| Song | Atoms to Adam |
| Artist | Killah Priest |
| Album | Heavy Mental |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bogard, Reed | |
| "You are the Prodigal Son, you are the Iron Sheik | |
| You are the people of our homes that are speaking and..." | |
| [Shanghai the Messenger] | |
| Ooh ma, ma, ma, my Lord, Lord | |
| I see chariots in the sky (skies) | |
| Men and Earth look surprised | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| And I see the light deep into the night | |
| Up there on Mars among the stars in that distant land | |
| Swift as light, we took our flight, the chosen people | |
| Ooh ma, ma, ma, ma, my, Lord, Lord | |
| The reasons why we here, ooh ma, ma, ma, ma, my | |
| Lord, Lord, the reasons why we here | |
| [Killah Priest] | |
| Before being born without physical form | |
| Avoiding the vast, my space voyage begin between the asteroid | |
| Before I landed upon the planet | |
| It looked abandoned, lost and stranded | |
| I became a force that demanded light laws took flight | |
| One course of the night, search for any source of life | |
| Light was, the 'Know the Ledge' coming from the edge of the Universe | |
| Then passed the Moon to the Earth, then from the womb to nurse | |
| With a slight remembrance how I came from a distance | |
| To an instinct existence with five senses | |
| The quest from man repentance | |
| While others cried, I exercise my third eye by hearing a lullaby | |
| Then I magnify inside, became intelligent and wise | |
| Transformed from the celestial | |
| Shot through a sexual, terrestrial testicles vessel | |
| Small as a decimal where I nestle | |
| Nine months later, special delivery, the Killah P-R-I-E-S-T | |
| From the foetus to the cleavage, from 'Atoms to Adams' | |
| From 'Atoms to Adams', from 'Atoms to Adams' | |
| [Shanghai the Messenger] | |
| I see chariots in the sky (skies) | |
| Men and Earth look surprised | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| And I see the light deep between the night | |
| Up there on Mars among the stars in that distant land | |
| [Killah Priest] | |
| So I began between the meteorite, now I walk like Christ | |
| Except I'm not sacrificed, but a righteous parasite | |
| Searching for Paradise, which is birthright | |
| Of a celestial Nazarite with appetites to bite from the Tree of Life | |
| Then smite Edomites, Sodomites, Moorites in the land of Canaanites | |
| Following six flaming lights, burning over one million degrees Fahrenheit | |
| Bright as neon, beyond the satellites | |
| Flight takes me over cattle stocks, blocks of ice | |
| I begin to flock, flock, flock, flocked across Mecca | |
| With a vivid projector, seeking my sceptre, looking at Rebecca | |
| Two sons bopping through Jerusalem like a hoodlum | |
| Ahhh, principalities enables me to see the other galaxies | |
| Releasing all calories, backed eight author, writers and eulogies | |
| I'm the author and the writer of a biography with God prophecies | |
| And challenged Egyptology philosophies and Greek mythologies | |
| Going through the glossaries of Socrates with Pharisees and Sadducees | |
| Going through genealogy with degrees, I contact the Hasmonean dynasty | |
| Approximately 168 B.C. | |
| Transform from the Wu Killa Bee into the families of the Maccabeez | |
| I can see every species in 3D and hear them clear as CDs | |
| During my pilgrimage I walked through the wilderness | |
| I had the privilege the see the pyramids | |
| Which gave me the will to live | |
| To roam through the villages and heal the kids | |
| Walk across a bridge strong as Farrakhan | |
| As a voice echo like Saravan across the great Amazon | |
| Stretching out my hand like Yon 'til it reach Babylon | |
| Behold the psychic phenomenon, quiet storm | |
| I wander out on the horizon from the top of holy Mount Zion | |
| Holding a staff then turned into a python, Killah Priest the living icon | |
| Sitting in the form of a pentagon in the centre of the octagon | |
| Walking from Tyre to Sidon, to Lebanon, to the walls of Hong Kong | |
| Reciting the 23rd Psalm, long gone before the crack of dawn | |
| Dodging and weaving through the Garden of Eden | |
| Without even speeding, bobbing, lobbing, revolving all regions | |
| [Shanghai the Messenger] | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| [Killah Priest] | |
| Those that were uncivilized was chastised while the civilized were baptized | |
| Twelve Tribes begin to rise like bees from the hive | |
| Causing seeds with their wives | |
| Starting apartheids, the scribes carry the archive | |
| Follow the star guide as we glide through the windows of the far side | |
| Across the dark sky, then over the ocean tide | |
| The Unidentified Flying Object hovers the project's scenery | |
| Gothic sky can pass with darkness | |
| As the thugs transform into prophets, the body becomes cosmic | |
| As the floor becomes carpet, they rise from out the toxic | |
| And the wasteland and the garbage | |
| Where faces are various shades of chocolate | |
| Dropping in narcotics and the pork sausage | |
| No longer Hell's hostage | |
| [Outro: (Killah Priest) Shanghai the Messenger] | |
| (From 'Atoms to Adams') | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| (From 'Atoms to Adams') | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| (From 'Atoms to Adams') | |
| And I see the light deep into the night | |
| Up there on Mars among the stars, in that distant land | |
| Swift as light we took our flight, the chosen people | |
| Ooh ma, ma, ma, ma, my Lord, Lord | |
| Ooh ma, ma, ma, ma, my' |
| zuo ci : Bogard, Reed | |
| " You are the Prodigal Son, you are the Iron Sheik | |
| You are the people of our homes that are speaking and..." | |
| Shanghai the Messenger | |
| Ooh ma, ma, ma, my Lord, Lord | |
| I see chariots in the sky skies | |
| Men and Earth look surprised | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| And I see the light deep into the night | |
| Up there on Mars among the stars in that distant land | |
| Swift as light, we took our flight, the chosen people | |
| Ooh ma, ma, ma, ma, my, Lord, Lord | |
| The reasons why we here, ooh ma, ma, ma, ma, my | |
| Lord, Lord, the reasons why we here | |
| Killah Priest | |
| Before being born without physical form | |
| Avoiding the vast, my space voyage begin between the asteroid | |
| Before I landed upon the planet | |
| It looked abandoned, lost and stranded | |
| I became a force that demanded light laws took flight | |
| One course of the night, search for any source of life | |
| Light was, the ' Know the Ledge' coming from the edge of the Universe | |
| Then passed the Moon to the Earth, then from the womb to nurse | |
| With a slight remembrance how I came from a distance | |
| To an instinct existence with five senses | |
| The quest from man repentance | |
| While others cried, I exercise my third eye by hearing a lullaby | |
| Then I magnify inside, became intelligent and wise | |
| Transformed from the celestial | |
| Shot through a sexual, terrestrial testicles vessel | |
| Small as a decimal where I nestle | |
| Nine months later, special delivery, the Killah PRIEST | |
| From the foetus to the cleavage, from ' Atoms to Adams' | |
| From ' Atoms to Adams', from ' Atoms to Adams' | |
| Shanghai the Messenger | |
| I see chariots in the sky skies | |
| Men and Earth look surprised | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| And I see the light deep between the night | |
| Up there on Mars among the stars in that distant land | |
| Killah Priest | |
| So I began between the meteorite, now I walk like Christ | |
| Except I' m not sacrificed, but a righteous parasite | |
| Searching for Paradise, which is birthright | |
| Of a celestial Nazarite with appetites to bite from the Tree of Life | |
| Then smite Edomites, Sodomites, Moorites in the land of Canaanites | |
| Following six flaming lights, burning over one million degrees Fahrenheit | |
| Bright as neon, beyond the satellites | |
| Flight takes me over cattle stocks, blocks of ice | |
| I begin to flock, flock, flock, flocked across Mecca | |
| With a vivid projector, seeking my sceptre, looking at Rebecca | |
| Two sons bopping through Jerusalem like a hoodlum | |
| Ahhh, principalities enables me to see the other galaxies | |
| Releasing all calories, backed eight author, writers and eulogies | |
| I' m the author and the writer of a biography with God prophecies | |
| And challenged Egyptology philosophies and Greek mythologies | |
| Going through the glossaries of Socrates with Pharisees and Sadducees | |
| Going through genealogy with degrees, I contact the Hasmonean dynasty | |
| Approximately 168 B. C. | |
| Transform from the Wu Killa Bee into the families of the Maccabeez | |
| I can see every species in 3D and hear them clear as CDs | |
| During my pilgrimage I walked through the wilderness | |
| I had the privilege the see the pyramids | |
| Which gave me the will to live | |
| To roam through the villages and heal the kids | |
| Walk across a bridge strong as Farrakhan | |
| As a voice echo like Saravan across the great Amazon | |
| Stretching out my hand like Yon ' til it reach Babylon | |
| Behold the psychic phenomenon, quiet storm | |
| I wander out on the horizon from the top of holy Mount Zion | |
| Holding a staff then turned into a python, Killah Priest the living icon | |
| Sitting in the form of a pentagon in the centre of the octagon | |
| Walking from Tyre to Sidon, to Lebanon, to the walls of Hong Kong | |
| Reciting the 23rd Psalm, long gone before the crack of dawn | |
| Dodging and weaving through the Garden of Eden | |
| Without even speeding, bobbing, lobbing, revolving all regions | |
| Shanghai the Messenger | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| Killah Priest | |
| Those that were uncivilized was chastised while the civilized were baptized | |
| Twelve Tribes begin to rise like bees from the hive | |
| Causing seeds with their wives | |
| Starting apartheids, the scribes carry the archive | |
| Follow the star guide as we glide through the windows of the far side | |
| Across the dark sky, then over the ocean tide | |
| The Unidentified Flying Object hovers the project' s scenery | |
| Gothic sky can pass with darkness | |
| As the thugs transform into prophets, the body becomes cosmic | |
| As the floor becomes carpet, they rise from out the toxic | |
| And the wasteland and the garbage | |
| Where faces are various shades of chocolate | |
| Dropping in narcotics and the pork sausage | |
| No longer Hell' s hostage | |
| Outro: Killah Priest Shanghai the Messenger | |
| From ' Atoms to Adams' | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| From ' Atoms to Adams' | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| From ' Atoms to Adams' | |
| And I see the light deep into the night | |
| Up there on Mars among the stars, in that distant land | |
| Swift as light we took our flight, the chosen people | |
| Ooh ma, ma, ma, ma, my Lord, Lord | |
| Ooh ma, ma, ma, ma, my' |
| zuò cí : Bogard, Reed | |
| " You are the Prodigal Son, you are the Iron Sheik | |
| You are the people of our homes that are speaking and..." | |
| Shanghai the Messenger | |
| Ooh ma, ma, ma, my Lord, Lord | |
| I see chariots in the sky skies | |
| Men and Earth look surprised | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| And I see the light deep into the night | |
| Up there on Mars among the stars in that distant land | |
| Swift as light, we took our flight, the chosen people | |
| Ooh ma, ma, ma, ma, my, Lord, Lord | |
| The reasons why we here, ooh ma, ma, ma, ma, my | |
| Lord, Lord, the reasons why we here | |
| Killah Priest | |
| Before being born without physical form | |
| Avoiding the vast, my space voyage begin between the asteroid | |
| Before I landed upon the planet | |
| It looked abandoned, lost and stranded | |
| I became a force that demanded light laws took flight | |
| One course of the night, search for any source of life | |
| Light was, the ' Know the Ledge' coming from the edge of the Universe | |
| Then passed the Moon to the Earth, then from the womb to nurse | |
| With a slight remembrance how I came from a distance | |
| To an instinct existence with five senses | |
| The quest from man repentance | |
| While others cried, I exercise my third eye by hearing a lullaby | |
| Then I magnify inside, became intelligent and wise | |
| Transformed from the celestial | |
| Shot through a sexual, terrestrial testicles vessel | |
| Small as a decimal where I nestle | |
| Nine months later, special delivery, the Killah PRIEST | |
| From the foetus to the cleavage, from ' Atoms to Adams' | |
| From ' Atoms to Adams', from ' Atoms to Adams' | |
| Shanghai the Messenger | |
| I see chariots in the sky skies | |
| Men and Earth look surprised | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| And I see the light deep between the night | |
| Up there on Mars among the stars in that distant land | |
| Killah Priest | |
| So I began between the meteorite, now I walk like Christ | |
| Except I' m not sacrificed, but a righteous parasite | |
| Searching for Paradise, which is birthright | |
| Of a celestial Nazarite with appetites to bite from the Tree of Life | |
| Then smite Edomites, Sodomites, Moorites in the land of Canaanites | |
| Following six flaming lights, burning over one million degrees Fahrenheit | |
| Bright as neon, beyond the satellites | |
| Flight takes me over cattle stocks, blocks of ice | |
| I begin to flock, flock, flock, flocked across Mecca | |
| With a vivid projector, seeking my sceptre, looking at Rebecca | |
| Two sons bopping through Jerusalem like a hoodlum | |
| Ahhh, principalities enables me to see the other galaxies | |
| Releasing all calories, backed eight author, writers and eulogies | |
| I' m the author and the writer of a biography with God prophecies | |
| And challenged Egyptology philosophies and Greek mythologies | |
| Going through the glossaries of Socrates with Pharisees and Sadducees | |
| Going through genealogy with degrees, I contact the Hasmonean dynasty | |
| Approximately 168 B. C. | |
| Transform from the Wu Killa Bee into the families of the Maccabeez | |
| I can see every species in 3D and hear them clear as CDs | |
| During my pilgrimage I walked through the wilderness | |
| I had the privilege the see the pyramids | |
| Which gave me the will to live | |
| To roam through the villages and heal the kids | |
| Walk across a bridge strong as Farrakhan | |
| As a voice echo like Saravan across the great Amazon | |
| Stretching out my hand like Yon ' til it reach Babylon | |
| Behold the psychic phenomenon, quiet storm | |
| I wander out on the horizon from the top of holy Mount Zion | |
| Holding a staff then turned into a python, Killah Priest the living icon | |
| Sitting in the form of a pentagon in the centre of the octagon | |
| Walking from Tyre to Sidon, to Lebanon, to the walls of Hong Kong | |
| Reciting the 23rd Psalm, long gone before the crack of dawn | |
| Dodging and weaving through the Garden of Eden | |
| Without even speeding, bobbing, lobbing, revolving all regions | |
| Shanghai the Messenger | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| Killah Priest | |
| Those that were uncivilized was chastised while the civilized were baptized | |
| Twelve Tribes begin to rise like bees from the hive | |
| Causing seeds with their wives | |
| Starting apartheids, the scribes carry the archive | |
| Follow the star guide as we glide through the windows of the far side | |
| Across the dark sky, then over the ocean tide | |
| The Unidentified Flying Object hovers the project' s scenery | |
| Gothic sky can pass with darkness | |
| As the thugs transform into prophets, the body becomes cosmic | |
| As the floor becomes carpet, they rise from out the toxic | |
| And the wasteland and the garbage | |
| Where faces are various shades of chocolate | |
| Dropping in narcotics and the pork sausage | |
| No longer Hell' s hostage | |
| Outro: Killah Priest Shanghai the Messenger | |
| From ' Atoms to Adams' | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| From ' Atoms to Adams' | |
| As they flow across the sky | |
| From ' Atoms to Adams' | |
| And I see the light deep into the night | |
| Up there on Mars among the stars, in that distant land | |
| Swift as light we took our flight, the chosen people | |
| Ooh ma, ma, ma, ma, my Lord, Lord | |
| Ooh ma, ma, ma, ma, my' |