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• Artiste: Killah Priest
• Titre: Jordan's Ark
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A monk’s cloth, incense, a bowl of pumpkin broth Shadow-boxing while punching soft Study the crane and the white stork Carrying grains during a nice walk In the spiritual plane the butterfly changed to a nighthawk By the springs the cat in the night stalks Monkeys sleep in the trees above the monks and the keeper of bees Silence, only eyes move as he reach for the tea As they raise their cups, “brother, pour some for me” He does, he portions, the pot is hot porcelain with designs of a tree On his back was a tat in Taiwanese In the morning we tie up leaves Fan the smoke, hands to throat, “now relax” The cat always wait for the cobra to attack then reacts, reflexes Before breakfast, tea beverage “You need leverage, once again, together” Breathing techniques, stress-free “Practice over again then let’s eat” Mental footage of the spiderweb that captures a bullet They sat with the Buddhists, young yogis with sacks on their back, their feet were black, running over hot coal, bare-footed The young man enters the temple every year, hooded Technique in patterns On a full moon on the right night, you can see the teacher glow like Goku, exchanging his spirit for the dragon’s Pour oil in the lantern Now, more practice Sword and darts The morning starts Jordan’s ark We walk away Now the temples fall apart Bamboo treehouse, samples of dry leaves out, to smell and taste complimentaries of Mr. [?] To meditate and redial, then practice tai chi now If you concentrate during the day, you can see owls In a brown karate [?], bow This is the white fox and the crane style Practice from sun-up to rain clouds Down the canal of my soul are the stories of five thousand scrolls I’m giving thanks within the riverbanks Lower my pot inside the water to sip a drink The scripture synced, picture paints The silver lotus Kneeling soldiers in the field of roses I reveal a soul of a billions poets from the planet of tea houses Free mountains, three falcons Song of the green islands You’re strong but you need balance The lord is my battle ax and weapon of war First steps on the floor Reflections on the wall Shadows under the door The pharaoh’s son-in-law Like candles that the tea pour The serpent coils, the tiger crouches May you remain cautious in the rainforest I am the goshu astronaut that landed on the planet of tea houses