| Lyrics: | [Killah Priest]
Get it goin, yeah, yeah
Feel this shit, word is bond
Niggaz got shit on
they mind
Get it out your chest
You got somethin to say?
Spill it out
It's that
Priest shit
I've waited for this
Month August, year '70, endin of my mom's
pregnancy
Beginnin of Masada's legacy, Christ blew the breath in me
To rule is my destiny,
mind is my weapontry
Bless it be, Priest, fly 'mitri's, Dashikis
Suck from the fine titties
of Nefertitti, slept in teepees
Kings, Pharoahs kiss the ring when they see me
Is how they
greet me, take trips weekly
Dwell by the havens, fed by a raven
Ate from the beak of eagles,
sat with Hebrews
Broke bread with the holy people
Bit from the tree of good and evil
Ate
this dry fruit whole, swallowed the seeds too
Lived in the land of the strong and
feeble
Some had egos, some were peaceful
Smile when they greet you
I appear, appeared
through the windows
With weirdos, saw widows who played with dildos
Nymphos, wrapped they
legs around satin pillows
Silver robe, holdin the rose
Mexicanos, latin and negros
Lived
the life of thug passion heros
We live in Projects with ghetto belly dancers
That enchant
us, when you see us bring yo cameras
Chorus: Killah Priest {2X}
Yo, its the view
from Masada
The saga, Priest the author
The Godfather, the scholar
I write drama,
decomposer, best Noah
They watch us, build for hours
Behold the, behold the
[Killah
Priest]
Yo, we sip wine around golden candles
Wearin mantels, tellin ghost stories
I
propose a toast, as a whole splash of lightning
the sky's is stormy, then it dawned on me
it
was a dope fiend and two Hell scorchened shorties
That lure |
