When I`m Writing/Excalibur 12"

[Intro : Killah Priest]<br>I just zone out When I`m Writing<br>Yo<br><br>[Killah Priest]<br>The weed is lit<br>it`s given like an Indian gift<br>Passed around in a cipher<br>`til the bitches need pullin` tighter<br>Put out the fire<br>Blow out clouds of stress<br>Now`s the test<br>who`s the first to talk crazy?<br>You cough, maybe the weed is still in your lungs<br>You beat ya chest `til that feelin` will come<br>You high, viewin` a cipher behind your own eyes<br><br>Sayin` stupid shit, but to others you wise<br>Me, on the other hand I zone<br>Find a little spot to myself<br>`til I feel I`m alone<br>Talk to angels with black wings, silver halos<br>Build with Gabriel the Messenger<br>I`m Hugh Hefner, with long robes<br>in a porn show, women with pretty toes<br>the dizziest ho`s<br>Then I turn romantic, write in sanscript<br>I put on my vision that I see inside my pen<br>Black-out is When I`m Writing<br><br>[Hook x2 : Killah Priest]<br>When I`m Writing<br>Flows go through me right into my pen<br>When I`m Writing<br>It`s the artist within<br>When I`m Writing<br>I`m in tune with the Solomon books<br>When I`m Writing<br>It`s more than just a song and a hook<br><br>[Killah Priest]<br>My pen`s a crayon<br>with coloring books, displayin` chaos<br>The black seyance, with the ink pores radared<br>Age quasars explorin` where the mind caves are<br>A riches being dug from a keys graveyard<br>It`s the inscription written on Egyptian clay jar<br>I write rhymes like I`m doing time<br>Listen, when I hit the pen I start doing the sickest<br>I got the flow locked behind each bar<br>And if I get too wild<br>You can throw me in the box of ya car, it`s not that far<br>My pen`s an airbrush, thrown over ya favorite sweater<br>My notebook`s leather, I write with a feather<br>My pages look like a Renaissance painting<br>Visions of St. John`s conquerin` Satan<br>All made from my imagination<br>It`s Priest, Lord, the Bishop of Vikings<br>When I`m Writing<br><br>[Hook x2]<br><br>[Killah Priest]<br>The way that I write, it`s like a painting<br>I put on aprons<br>and brush my ink pen across the palette<br>Stare at the projects<br>`til I see somethin`, then write about it<br>My pad`s a canvas, filled with anthems<br>And words from the black panthers<br>to crack scramblers, to crack gamblers<br>to gat handlers, to cats in handcuffs<br>Doin` life<br>I lock myself in a room and I write<br>Rhymes I could do a life-time<br>When everything`s relaxed<br>and I`m in my right mind<br>I sit still for months like a monk<br>`til Buddha bless me and grant me<br>with the wishes that I want<br>I want a thesaurus with clairvoyants<br>I rhyme for the enjoyment, my mind voyages<br>Ever since the day that man evolved<br>Scrapin` white chalk on candy walls<br>From the Stone Age of neanderthals<br>I`ve been writing<br><br>[Hook x2]