Golden Pineapple of the Sun - Killah Priest, Netza Meta

VERSE I

Hip hop’s been altered

Since the Psychic World Of Walter

Now it stands like the Rock of Gibraltar

Hood clips footage of flying saucers

Magi rabbis close the Torah

Fallen angels disguise themselves as planets

Reprogramming from ape man to kings riding a mammoth

Moldavite falling from the heights like it’s manna

I heard once you can’t serve both God and Mammon

And it all happens on the 3rd rock

Sunspots, graveyards and gunshots

Space gods the ones watch

Nazis flee to the moon, build empires and a space fleet

To return to earth to take police

Camouflage avatars

Mutagen agents

Chasing

Leaving unknown lubricant trails inside the staircases

After two thou hit

Prepare for foulness

Space gear with gods striking our planet with battleships

The stone pharaoh splits

And nuclear lightning left the castle chipped

Left the casles chip light your candlesticks

VERSE II

The CIA plan to murder the evil galactic dictator

Over big paper

Rich gangsters

Diamond traders

Smuggled into the city of the skyscrapers

E pluribus unum is the one-eyed saviour

They massacred millions of African children

Trafficking women

Assassins for emblems

Psychiatric advisers interview the survivors

Books and schools prove to be liars

Crooks rule they move on messiahs

Help gather the unwanted beings

From all the kings in his control

Transport them to this globe (earth)

Beings stacked around the base of volcanoes

While preachers and drug users claim to see the face of angels

Just stuck looking up for months in the same clothes

Memory editing from medicines

Virtue worlds from the heroin

Hold on we just got here let us settle in

Inside the moon is a night club

With trillion watt light bulbs

A green woman took us in and showed us nice drugs

Parents of a young genius killed in a plane crash

We all kneeled before the faces in stainless

Two armies charge and disappear into each other

And where they disappeared a UFO hovers

The god holds the mic

No two MCs flow alike

And no two stones are sodalite

(golden pineapples of the sun

King of the amethyst catacombs

If another ice age grips the earth

Prepare ourselves to fly home)

VERSE III

We went from reading the future in the cosmos

To computer consoles

To every human in a household

Having to have a barcode

Make me wanna leave the condo

And flee back to the Congo

The great Sphinx head of Giza originally portrayed Anubis

The heads of Saint John, Paul and Peter

Under the feet of Seleucus

Then Jesus betrayed by Judas

Then Caesar betrayed by Brutus

Only drink tea when it’s made by buddhists

But nowadays teachers betrayed by their students

Drug kingpins are sprayed up by their ruins

In the first modification

Of the god races

Left scars on faces

Spoke through a storm using Mars language

Body cellular network communications

Is an angelic dialog

Multidimensional cities

Reversible the planets of the gods