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