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DeepSpace5 - Ziontific
(from the album The Night We Called It a Day)
© copyright 2001

Verse 1: Sintax
Hebron hill sighed with heavy heart, the night to set aside/
Shepherds stargazing, turning pages in the sky/
Planets paraphrasing, speak the language of the cosmos/
Laying flat upon their back to feel the black engulf the globe/
Stuff of prophets' prose published in the firmament/
Got tagged with fatty marker just to make His message permanent/
Palestine wind blows promising her billows/
West Bank blanket shelter shepherds in her meadows/
From the sandal to the shelltoe, Velcro to fat-laces/
Man has walked a million paces but he still can't find the road/
But one night the light flash of angel flight was cast/
Illuminate the plan, the lamb would shepherd man at last/
From the now until the everlast, I want to be God's servant/
Like that virgin riding bareback on a Pharaoh beast of burden/
From Capernaum to Bethlehem to Ad Infinitum/
Yo, I write em in the wind so my children can recite em.

So poetic, expressing the styles, shooting the gift/
Uplift, tear down, bare down in Ziontif-expression/
Stressing the fact bringing it back/
To the essence of the presence where it all began.

Verse 2: manCHILD
The heavenly Jerusalem pursued/
Glue my pupils to desktop, use a headlock/
Induce the labor pains through broken sounds until my best shot/
Almost seems subdued, so I renew my passion just for you/
But you came to my door today just peddling my time away/
Handed me a booklet from your TOWER as you WATCHED/
And it's not that I don't appreciate your dedication to your faith/
And it's not that I'm simply losing patience/
It's not that I'm not enjoying our every conversation/
I just find it hard to breathe in such a manufactured fragrance/
Peek my head out of the basement for a moment/
Where I study the science of Zion, spying on atonement/
And navigate by the North Star's North wind/
Worship the child with no earthly father who's far from an orphan/
Explore then implore men to hear it, contemplate it/
Mankind can only discover what's already been created.


Verse 3: Freddie Bruno
Tribal instinct running the ink my bloodstream/
The voice of my spirit that's seen through kings' dreams/
Interpretated the most hated drawn conclusion/
Preserving my brain for the future like cold fusion/
I'm told to purify the globe and hold my intention/
Write fluid off the margin like a paragraph indention/
Awaken from a meditative state, I freak the tape/
Concentrate to bear witness as the Pro creates/
Rocking tracks like songs with sage and quartz stone/
Make the world gain interest like banks on short loans/
You're easy to get into like Section 8 homes/
I invigorate homes and I dominate poems/
Cats overlooking me like midgets in mall traffic/
I held my cool, trusted Christ and outlasted/
Reaching with eternal prowess that I possess/
Make me do like Wyclef from the stress and manifest.