[Killah Priest] I only love me, listen to myself being me Egotistical but praise myself for being original I sit in my own glory, create my own worlds Write then read my own stories Never met the gates made of pearl There's nothing after and nothing before me Since a shorty I'm overconfident I see myself in a higher consciousness Marble water bowl, my holy palms I rinse Wardrobe then I place my palms on my prints My seed came from me, no Immaculate Conception Just royal mattresses, sexing - I am perfection A nasses artist, conscience, I am the comet I am the crown and the garment I am God and the Devil Self-interest is self concern And I meet on no other terms A king by himself who serves himself I am so hot my cervix melt, the Sun is jealous of me The moon has a face, it's just me alone writing in space 32 paths of wisdom, seven forms of God 600 universes under each arm God's existence, God's sense, God's presence The first being the cause of causes The answers to y'all questions and this is my lesson (Hook) 2x I am so selfish when I write, I'm rebellious wit the mic I'm the jealous type, bipolar disorders The mic leave me - I'ma stalk her It was given to me like God gave the Torah [Killah Priest] It give me mood disorders, sadness, hopelessness I can only focus on it I gotta grab it, I wrote it on disc The only thing that relieves my pain like dopamine Push a record company, find a ghosting Cop it, find an empty studio and wrote a 16 It's like a dream when it enters the bloodstream Can't sleep - insomniac, my palms react It's an anti-compulsive, make my muscles relax I wrote a couple of raps then the trouble comes back Euphoric, brain waves ignites, I can see the orbits It's not around me, I'm drowsy, I use it in the toilets A warm rush, my face goes flush My mic is clutch followed by a light touch Then I see a thousand palace's of longing A ladder of prayers up a spiral of stairs The writer is here, I don't need a rope or dope Just a key from piano cane and cuts from a musical note Look a beautiful flow, I seen the End of Days Bent up graves, the rival of the Messiah 7,000 new Bibles, the creation of the third temple The destruction of the simple, the rise of Heavy Mental Hieroglyphics written on a side of an asteroid With my pictures in them, twirled towards Earth Pass, avoid, I'm swirling my verse like Merlin in Church Burning Bush or books, read, see a people of Egyptian, inscription My name threaded in needle, embroidery Recorded to seduce about his forgery Here to chew the rap lord then I leave (Hook) 2x (Outro) Yeah, this is what all is about It's all about me, kno'I'mean When I write it's all about me It's all about you too, kno'I'mean Just gotta give yourself time, kno'I'mean Be yourself some time being about you When I write it's about me, kno'I'mean Me and this pen, me and this pad This beat from Woool, kno'I'mean So we can zone out