View From Masada

[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, it's 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 lured me, to my first orgy

Apartment 4d, met a fine harlet named audrey

She adored me, she seduced me with her beauty

Neck full of jewelry, she wore a see-through gown

With her eye she forced me to lay down

Then she asked me, was I new in town

And with a smile she said she has peace offerings

This day she paid her vow

Let us make love and afterwards we worship an owl

This war lady, when she tried to play me

Get me in the bed to spray me

Kisses of her lips taste like taffy

Plus she wore the scent of tasprey

Ask me if that attracts me

Whispers in my ear are pure blasphemy

She said I decked my bed with mur, aloes and roses, cinnamon

It's a place for gentlemen, with a youthful look I entered in

The sins of men, the devil's lust, the luck of women

With cat eyes, her man's a rabbi

Walks with a raincoat, top hat, bow tie

And walkin with a cane, puffin his pipe

Saw me through the blinds fuckin his wife

I busted her twice, grabbed me by my windpipe

Pulled out a knife, 'nough said, bloodshed at the end of the night

Chorus {2x

[killah priest]

Yeah, yeah

Got to lay down the law, you know?

Masada the beloved

Killah priest, macabee worldwide

Yeah, pour the wine and raise your glass high into the sky

Yeah, like that, haha

Yeah, yeah, we just maintainin

Word, fuck all y'all fake ass other niggaz

Yeah, what?

Yeah...