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' |