[Chorus and 1/2: Killah Priest w/ sample]

To the listeners, here's a movie

I write in black and white, or color

It goes deeper than Warner Bros., or Steven Spielsberg

You can feel the words, I write rhymes you can see

It's not just punch lines, it's a movie, it's a movie



[sample during chorus: Master Fool]

For all the land there's Earth

 

[Killah Priest]

Inside my head, there's an auditorium, with rows of empty chairs

Right above, light bulbs fill the chandeliers

Right below, there's a balcony, that's where I would be

I look again, now there's crowded seats

And an audience surrounding me, the lights go low

And out of nowhere, my notepad glows

Then a motion screen show, my paper becomes a movie screen

Each word is a character that plays a part in the scene

You start to see pictures, but it's only for the listeners

Welcome to the theater

 

[Chorus]

 

[Killah Priest]

For the admission, all you gotta do is pay attention

My ushers guide you, to where I'll be sitting

It's the intermission, all you gotta do is listen

To get a clear vision, the way I be spitting

The story changes with the rhythms

It comes at you in 3D, it's not just a CD

It's more like DVD (to tape it), I turn radios to TV's

My pen: the projector, and I'm the director

Each line guides my recta, I turn looseleafs to whole movies

Color show is Rudy, a film written by him, rated KP

Bring your lady or your babies, sit through the album

Turn up the volume, stare at the speakers

Til suddenly your in the bleachers

Lookin' at the main features, viewing the coming attractions

Guns blastin', tons of action

 

[Chorus]

 

[Killah Priest]

I got love stories that turn gory

From Mafia hits, to politics, follow my lips

Acknowledge my flicks, once I stopped writing, the room brightens

I pick up my pen, then the movie ends

I stop the flow, then the curtains close

The audience stands and leaves the rows

At the same time, another group comes to see the show

I put down my pen, then the movie plays again

It's the vision, what I'm sayin', rewind the time in your mind

Yo, sit back, the seat reclines, you read the credits

A barrage of letters, the ink comes up in cartoons

I'm in a dark room, the words become characters

Actors, with leading roles

I talk from the bullhorn, which is the pen I hold

Capital letters become buildings filled with children

Or merry-go-rounds, lights, cameras, action, the stereo sound

My pen's a wooden puppet, and I'm the ventriliquist

I turn listeners to the vision-ists

My hands written in scripts from Gods to gangstas

To painters, to King Tut, what up?

To entertainers, it's all good, when I write

With this piece of wood, it's a movie

 

[Chorus]