Archive for July, 2012

…as told by Killah Priest and Instagram.

Posted in Uncategorized on July 2, 2012 by SLUTLUST

“Old and new kiss everywhere in Africa”

John Gunther, “Inside Africa”.

“Peace Killah Priest”

“Peace, wassup man?”

“Chillin baby”

“I’m with you”

“Yo.. I wanna know what’s goin on? Ever since that Basic Instructions Before Leavin Earth I wanna know what you gonna do for us right now. It’s been a while baby, we waitin!”

“I’ve just been chillin, been chillin I been in the lab writin and stuff y’know? I just been on my, ya’ know, knowhatI’msayin? On some…”

Guns, shootouts and crack sales.

Black males who pack jails, trapped in hell.

No peace, cold streets, surrounded by po-lice this whole week.

Buildings with no heat.

No lights, the gas pipes with slow leaks.

Dog fights and lowlife throw dice the whole night.

Thieves, creeping in the midnight evenings, we soar through the misty regions.

Go to your house, take a vial for the demons.

The moons in – the lunar eclipse

Prophets stand in the midst of the seven candlesticks…

I can’t take it, beauty that was once sacred-

Is now gettin facelifts, fake tits, and fake lips.

Cold embraces…

Memory erases, from the slave ships.

My princess, I used to spot her from a distance –

Holding my infant,

Burning incense –

The moment intent…

For her to step into my white tents.

Now we step in precincts –

For your ebony prince.

The small of frankincense; once treated like a pharoah.

With royal apparel, annointed with myrrh and aloe.

We used to wallow, amongst the mallows.

We had herd sheep and cattle, now we battle.

Used to pass over Brooks of Qe’ron.

Towers of Lebanon.

The Pool of Gechron.

We used to sing songs, upon Mount Hebron.

How his gold turned to bronze.

And shhhhhh….


How is gold turned to bronze.

We was the wisest and the richest.

Now we’ve turned to snitches…

Women turn to bitches, in the time of harvest.

We was the smartest, worshiped wisdom like the Goddess.

Now we act retarded.

Forsook the Wisdom of the Fathers…

We use to have a thousand flagons of wine…

In Palestine,

Now we drink Ballentine…

And raise up in the violent mind.

We used to have a hundred measures of oil,

Eighty measures of wheat and barley.

We live Godly…

Listening to Bob Marley,

Before the devils robbed me,

Chasing us through the African safaris…

From Then Till Now.

What goes up must come down.

What goes down comes back around again.

Where it all began…

Singing holy anthems,

lampin with all my handsome grandsons,

hair long as Sampson.

Inside my gold mansion, they used to wear purple Pampers.

But now we Black Panthers,

Some are actors and dancers.


It’s funny how the dollar bill have my seeds holler for meals.

Mother swallow a pill.

Roads seem hollow but still,

Grab a bottle to heal…

It’s like a noose of seventh seal over Brownsville.

What’s the difference between the ghetto and death row?

I’m trapped up with cleptos, the tec blow.

I’m left in seft low, where the cries echo and echo and echo and echo and echoes…

From the Crystal City, near Getti.

Children used to grow on lillies, now they roll up Phillies.

But the pyramids of Cheops,

Is my weed spot.

Sometimes I eavesdrop in the books of Enoch.

We went from studying The Epistles of Paul

Beneath a waterfall,

Rubbing crystal balls…

But now we spray paint initials on the wall…

Africa and London. 2012

Killah Priest “From Then To Now”

Heavy Mental.


(*A special thank you to James Sheffeild-Dewees for the inspiration and Marcus Hedgpeth for his trust.)