Artist: Killah Priest f/ Antonio Chance Album: Heavy Mental Song: Atoms to Adams Typed by: Sean D, DaSun Akbar [Malcolm X] You are the prodigal son, you are the lost sheep You are the people about whom the Bible is speaking who will stand up in the last days when the trumpet is sounded Black people are waking up, black people are standing up black people are rising up [Antonio Chance aka Shanghai the Messenger] Ooh ma, ma, ma, my Lord, Lord I see chariots in the sky (skies) Men on 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're here [Killah Priest] Before being born without physical form, avoiding the vast My space voyage, begins between the asteroids Before I landed upon the planet, and looked abandoned Lost and stranded, I became a force that demanded Life force 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, resistance with 5 senses The quest for man repentance While others cry I exercised my third eye by hearing lullaby Then I magnify inside, became intelligent and wise Transform from the celestial Shot through a sexual terrestrial, testicle vessel Small as a decimal where I nestle Nine months later, special delivery The Killah P-R-I-E-S-T, from the fetus to the cleavage From Atoms to Adams From Atoms to Adams From Atoms to Adams [Antonio Chance aka Shanghai the Messenger] I see chariots in the sky (skies) Men on 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 [Killah Priest] So I begin, between, the meteorite Now I walk like Christ except I'm not the sacrificed but a righteous parasite Searching' for paradise, which is the birth-right Off a celestial Nazarite, with appetites to bite from the Tree of Life The smite, Edomites, sodomite, Moorites In the land of Canaanites following six flame of knights Burning over 1 million degrees fahrenheit Bright as, neon, beyond the satellites Flight takes me over cattle stocks Blocks of ice, I began to flock, flock, flock Flock across Mecca with a vivid projector Seeking my scepter looking, at, Rebecca Two sons, bobbing through Jerusalem like a hoodlum Ahhh, principalities enables me to see the other galaxy Release all calories, backed by 8 authors, writers and ologies I'm the author and the writer of a biography with God prophecies, to challenge 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, one 68 BC transform from the Wu Killa Bee into the families of the Maccabeez I can see every species in 3D, and hear them clear as CD's Join my pilgrimage, I walked through the wilderness I have the privilege the see the pyramids Which gave me the will to live, to roam through the villages and heal the kids Walk across the bridge strong as Farrakhan As a voice echos like Sarah Vaughan across the great Amazon Stretched out my hand like Yon Until I reach Babylon, behold a physic phenomenon Quiet storm, I wander out a horizon From the top of holy Mount Zion Holding a staff that turned into a python Killah Priest, the living icon Sitting in a form of a Pentagon, in the center 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 eating Speeding, throbbing, lobbing, devour the marked regions (As they flow across the sky..) Those that were uncivilized was chastised While the civilized were baptized 12 tribes began to rise like bees from the hive Causing seeds with their wives, starting apartheid As the scribes carry the archives, follow the star guide As we glide through the windows of the far side Across the dark sky, then over the ocean tides The Unidentified Flying Objects Hovers the projects, scenery, gothic The sky condense 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 the narcotics, and the pork sausage No longer held 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