Scrolls Lyrics
| Song | Scrolls |
| Artist | Chief Kamachi |
| Artist | Killah Priest |
| Album | Beautiful Minds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| These are timeless, these are scrolls | |
| The work is a magic healing our souls | |
| These are timeless, these are scrolls | |
| This work is a magic healing our souls | |
| [Chief Kamachi] | |
| Yeah, my life changed when I seen my son at birth | |
| It’s a blessing just to breathe and come to Earth | |
| Unlimited bodies, infinite minds | |
| Twelve months, seven planets restricted to signs | |
| The Chinese say, “life follows cycles in nine” | |
| The OGs say, “Son, load up a rifle for mine” | |
| It’s so dark now, don’t think the righteous will shine | |
| But I think like all Twelve Disciples can rhyme | |
| With my spiritual hands tryna reach for your spine | |
| It’s like magic when I put a jewel in your palm | |
| There’s only one God, that’s the first rule of Islam | |
| I live for the sword, I’m true to the bomb | |
| I’m the soul of black soldiers that was blew up in Nam | |
| Over white candles reciting the 23rd Psalm | |
| Stay connected through the storm and the calm | |
| Spirits on the other side know my word, Born | |
| Peculiar magician, solar physician | |
| Heal the world, analyse just the stars position | |
| It’s the Mic Christ on an atheist petition | |
| Kamachi, back from my mystic mission | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Killah Priest] | |
| I’m one of the wives of Solomon, had a role model like him | |
| It was Kane and Rakim, I would follow my pen | |
| I would see galaxies of MCs in the form of astrology | |
| And Doctors, I would follow their lead | |
| Lights in the shape of mics, and different planets | |
| Days and nights I would crave to write | |
| Back down to the Earth in a new form and rebirth | |
| Defined as God, deep searchers studied me first | |
| I look within, I got took within | |
| I found Brooklyn in the heart where I put my pen | |
| Created rhymes, made good for men | |
| And women, like the Tree of Life | |
| Every day I breathe I write, that was my freedom rites | |
| My pen and pad, that was my Kingdom of Christ | |
| No distractions, that’s backwards, what I practised | |
| The rap gift that I spew out was magic | |
| [Chorus] |
| These are timeless, these are scrolls | |
| The work is a magic healing our souls | |
| These are timeless, these are scrolls | |
| This work is a magic healing our souls | |
| Chief Kamachi | |
| Yeah, my life changed when I seen my son at birth | |
| It' s a blessing just to breathe and come to Earth | |
| Unlimited bodies, infinite minds | |
| Twelve months, seven planets restricted to signs | |
| The Chinese say, " life follows cycles in nine" | |
| The OGs say, " Son, load up a rifle for mine" | |
| It' s so dark now, don' t think the righteous will shine | |
| But I think like all Twelve Disciples can rhyme | |
| With my spiritual hands tryna reach for your spine | |
| It' s like magic when I put a jewel in your palm | |
| There' s only one God, that' s the first rule of Islam | |
| I live for the sword, I' m true to the bomb | |
| I' m the soul of black soldiers that was blew up in Nam | |
| Over white candles reciting the 23rd Psalm | |
| Stay connected through the storm and the calm | |
| Spirits on the other side know my word, Born | |
| Peculiar magician, solar physician | |
| Heal the world, analyse just the stars position | |
| It' s the Mic Christ on an atheist petition | |
| Kamachi, back from my mystic mission | |
| Chorus | |
| Killah Priest | |
| I' m one of the wives of Solomon, had a role model like him | |
| It was Kane and Rakim, I would follow my pen | |
| I would see galaxies of MCs in the form of astrology | |
| And Doctors, I would follow their lead | |
| Lights in the shape of mics, and different planets | |
| Days and nights I would crave to write | |
| Back down to the Earth in a new form and rebirth | |
| Defined as God, deep searchers studied me first | |
| I look within, I got took within | |
| I found Brooklyn in the heart where I put my pen | |
| Created rhymes, made good for men | |
| And women, like the Tree of Life | |
| Every day I breathe I write, that was my freedom rites | |
| My pen and pad, that was my Kingdom of Christ | |
| No distractions, that' s backwards, what I practised | |
| The rap gift that I spew out was magic | |
| Chorus |
| These are timeless, these are scrolls | |
| The work is a magic healing our souls | |
| These are timeless, these are scrolls | |
| This work is a magic healing our souls | |
| Chief Kamachi | |
| Yeah, my life changed when I seen my son at birth | |
| It' s a blessing just to breathe and come to Earth | |
| Unlimited bodies, infinite minds | |
| Twelve months, seven planets restricted to signs | |
| The Chinese say, " life follows cycles in nine" | |
| The OGs say, " Son, load up a rifle for mine" | |
| It' s so dark now, don' t think the righteous will shine | |
| But I think like all Twelve Disciples can rhyme | |
| With my spiritual hands tryna reach for your spine | |
| It' s like magic when I put a jewel in your palm | |
| There' s only one God, that' s the first rule of Islam | |
| I live for the sword, I' m true to the bomb | |
| I' m the soul of black soldiers that was blew up in Nam | |
| Over white candles reciting the 23rd Psalm | |
| Stay connected through the storm and the calm | |
| Spirits on the other side know my word, Born | |
| Peculiar magician, solar physician | |
| Heal the world, analyse just the stars position | |
| It' s the Mic Christ on an atheist petition | |
| Kamachi, back from my mystic mission | |
| Chorus | |
| Killah Priest | |
| I' m one of the wives of Solomon, had a role model like him | |
| It was Kane and Rakim, I would follow my pen | |
| I would see galaxies of MCs in the form of astrology | |
| And Doctors, I would follow their lead | |
| Lights in the shape of mics, and different planets | |
| Days and nights I would crave to write | |
| Back down to the Earth in a new form and rebirth | |
| Defined as God, deep searchers studied me first | |
| I look within, I got took within | |
| I found Brooklyn in the heart where I put my pen | |
| Created rhymes, made good for men | |
| And women, like the Tree of Life | |
| Every day I breathe I write, that was my freedom rites | |
| My pen and pad, that was my Kingdom of Christ | |
| No distractions, that' s backwards, what I practised | |
| The rap gift that I spew out was magic | |
| Chorus |
Similar Songs
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)