Galaxies - Praxis

In search deep in the mind

You’ll find it funk always living the heart

You know what I mean?

Brainstorming 'til the ink change form

Doing it

From black space to face of the deep

Passing cosmic lights, till our Earth spin beneath the passage

Till the funky cosmic rhythm, that lies up in our solar system

Now I unfold this wisdom

«If you suck my soul, I’ll lick your funky emotions»

Sound’s coming from these deep Omens

Tap upon my pineal glands

My third eye swift as the bird fly

The eagles did land

(Chorus) Priest 2x

In Galaxies we meet, Aliens and Sheikh’s

Kings in the streets wrapped in gold sheets

For one common cause we came for the beat

(Priest talking)

You know, somebody had to plant it

That’s where we in, somebody planned it

Since we lived on the planet Earth

So it was a plan at first

(Chorus) Priest 2x

(Priest talking)

I could see further then my eyes could look

A new government swerving in my mother-ship across the globe

Pop out wearing a Sorcerer’s robe

Musical keys flying out my sleeves, funkyfied the masses

Got Aliens pop, locking with Aztecs

Green afros, resemble the astrals

Tripping of an acid, my eyes turn purple like I took the tablet

Looking Lazarus, moon-walking from his coffin

Octopus on the corner talking

(Chorus) Priest 2x

(Priest talking)

Do you see?

Do you see?

Travel so far to get to the past

And I turned back and looked into the future

(Chorus) Priest 2x

(Priest talking)

In the beginning there was the pen and the pad

And the pad was without form, no writing

(Chorus) Priest

(Priest talking)

And the spirit of the hand moved across the path

(Chorus) Priest