View From Masada

[killah priest]
I spit venom, from the gauge
Hey, lift the bad ears, taste the hell flames
From the luger, sharpshooters marked lucifer
Packed twin share of bones bones, rock hair-rab bone
Voice like baritone, misty skies
King and his queen on his throne
Cleanin stones, clean jew-els
Sent by gabriel from the neck of emman-u-el
White pearls, that's it, in the oyster shell
Voice excels, judas upheld
Take videos of my queens pretty toes
Gold slippers, no clothes, my wife's my stripper
You go sister, teeth on my zipper
After we make love, we read scriptures
Then we look at our child's pictures
Priest the livin saga, masada the beloved

[chorus x2: killah priest]
I'm certified rap legend
You gotta love it, beast the way i hug it
Streets the way i thug it
New shit, priest exclusive
Y'all niggas is slaves to my music
Y'all must be buggin

[killah priest]
Told y'all i was back, yo check this out

I'm like twisted metal with a twisted flow
Twisted mental, twisted heylows
Chase the pace o, check my stage show
Played pool with the nine planets
Rack 'em in a bermuda triangle
The archangels, god singles
Stroked the hark, first one on noah's arc
Stayed close to jehovah's heart
Kicked street parables, played the flute
Raised a cobra from the barrel, comb my afro
Souls from cairo, a slash between the genius and a man goin psycho
The right flow, make the night glow
Hype show, tread water, mics are baptized
And if they die, i resurrect from one-two checks
Stage your sets, blow attack, who's next?
Check it out

Infact, check it out motherfuckers

[chorus x4 and various talk]

[daddy rose]
Hasmonian dynasty, maccabean revolt
Come down on you, masada arose the beloved
Daddy rose, prodigal sunn, masada the eagle scholar
Back to p stone nation, red dawn to the death, nigga

Violins play, rose petals fly in the wind
Mans bargaining with fallen angels but he dies in his sin
The world is in chaos, many try to pretend
I stop smoking weed now i get high off my pen
Grandma

Oh so you a killer now?
What part of the game is that?
O so you a thug?
What part of the game is that?
So you sold mad drugs?
O so yall gangstaz now?
What part of the game is that?

[killah priest]
First of all everybody cant mc
Second of all, y'all all sound wack to me
Third y'all sound like a group of wannabes
Either it's tupac or another b.i.g
Here's the truth for ya rappers, be ya self
But y'all scared to do that, cuz won't see no wealth
Matter of fact when y'all leave the ring leave those belts
I ain't gonna stop till every word is felt
Most of yall cats never bust no gats
And most of yall cats neva sold no crack
And most of yall cats better thank god for rap
Cause most of y'all left the hood and can't come back
Believe that, niggaz ain't trying to see no plaques
Specially if your pockets are fat and theirs is flat
Niggaz like an applause, ever heard of gun clap
Ever heard that click clack, rat tat tat tat
Damn money what part of the game is that?

So yall gangstaz now?
What part of the game is that?
O so now y'all thugs?
What part of the game is that?
O you sold mad drugs?
What part of the game is that?
O so you killers now?
What part of the game is that?
O you gangstaz?
What part of the game is that?
You gotta be somethin
What part of the game is that?
O you a hustler?
What part of the game is that?

See a lot of y'all cats never been upstate
So why ya getting mad and all bent out of shape
Gangsta rap? come on yall was on roller skates
And now ya trying to blow up on the next mans mistake
I've benn broke to long to let a nigga rob me
Be up in ya lobby, at least 5 deep
Creep in ya crib and pop 5 in ya sheet
Pop another one nigga trying to rob me
We ride in these streets, survive in these streets
Niggaz get high, niggaz die in the streets
Fuck that, i roll up on the side of ya jeep
In the range asking for change, hidin my heat
Get smart, i let one fly through ya seat
Through ya heart, leave a nigga lyin beneath
2000 who wanna side with the priest
And i'm lounging all my niggas playin for keeps

Chorus:

Oh so you biggie now?
What part of the game is that?
Nah you think you pac?
What part of the game is that?
Oh you a warlord now?
What part of the game is that?
Hey yo ras tell em
What part of the game is that?

[ras kass]
I'm live evil, i know live people
Anxious to bang ya wit heavy metal like magneto
Now who really on some gangsta shit?
Not every nigga with a stomach tattoo, bandana and a click homey
You ain't dope just cuz ya sniff it, or lace ya blunt with it
That just makes ya a wack rapper and a drug addict, get it
These niggaz rhyme like they ak spray shit
Sell a ki of yay shit, gotta ride, homicide, every single gay shit
Get smacked in the streets by some real nigga who don't play shit
Hit the pavement screaming it's just entertainment
And that ain't it, life sucks like fumigation
My obligation, expose all ya funny bunnies
Rappers actin slash fudge packin for the money
Cuz next week if the new fad was hip hop fags
You'll find a lot of these thug niggaz in drag, believe that

Oh so you a thug?
What part of the game is that?
Nah you a gangsta
What part of the game is that?
Oh now you a killa
What part of the game is that?
Oh now you a warlord
What part of the game is that?
I can't get no money?
What part of the game is that?

[killah priest]
The prophecies of a poor man end on a train
Take his last breath
Slumps over drops his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her window pane
Staring hopeless at the gentle rain
When the messenger returns telling her
That her child was slain
She reaches for his picture frame
Open up the good book read the scriptures
And sighs his name
The skies full of flames
Streets are gothic
Twelve niggaz lay dead in front of their projects
Reminding d's of a classic mob hit
Bitches gossip, about they men being targets, or suspects
Niggaz in the lab taking golden seal
For tomorrows drug test
Scared niggaz hugging they techs
Don't want to get plugged next
Outside there's a bloodfeast
We all product, faced with hard luck
Since the wrath of god struck
Now we like "yo tone let me borrow a buck"
He like "yo what the fuck"
Niggaz was born to be skeletons
Or was it the curse of this dark melanin
When i die will i open my eyes in hell again
With these jealous men
Lord forgive me but i smell a gin
On the lips of winos
Sent a plaque turned 'em all into albinos
With horns coming from their foreheads like rhinos
Read it in my last testament and my hidden scrolls
See my icon straight faced with a torn robe
A beard and some cornrows
The whole globe hears when i perform my shows

[chorus 2x: killah priest]
We go from hard times to part-times
From part-time back to hard times
That's the start of crime
Till the day we see the father shine
Light on us, trying to warn us
We play the corners

[killah priest]
I visit monasteries
Where dons were buried
Approached the bench with teary eyes
Tryin to con the jury
Christ said those of you without sin, cast the first stone
Those of you without ends, blast the first chrome
Is it the prophecies of deuteronomy
That drove us to this poverty?
Trapped with starvin seeds
Fightin for sovereignty
Cold nights make the toddler freeze
Blood over my wallabies
Raining mahogany
Here's a dollar for the trees
We worship weed like idolatry
Silly bitches with conniving thoughts
Sticking knives and folks
Don't understand what it's like to be a black man in court
Niggaz up screamin all night
Complaining that their handcuffs are too tight
Kicking on the cell till they cut out the lights
It's like a curse
Walk besides white women they start holding they purse
I just ask you for the time bitch
What you got anyway? some of the indians turf
The beauty that once flowed from the nile
Like the moses child
The hand that writes is a good as the hand that holds the plow

[chorus]

[killah priest]
Some say the spirit of a dead angel lies within me
Look in my eyes, they're empty
Poverty stricken beaten with the rod ol envy
Lurking through the shadows of death
Dragging my wings, saw the image of a beast
Ram, dragon and queen, heard the bragging of kings
Whose laughter was as bitter as a scorpion sting?
Forced in the ring with idiots so many cliques
Letting out automatic clips
A dead lady combing the hair of a bastard bitch
I spit graphic shit you ain't hear half of it
From my fucked up marriages
To dealing with miscarriages
From drinking with savages
Driving hazardous
I'm here today to meet the man from nazareth
Where's the pastor? show me where that chapter is

[chorus 2x]

[chorus x2: killah priest]
When are we ever gonna learn?
One day we all gonna burn
Life in the fast lane
Are we ever gonna change?
Same shit, different day
The price that a thug pay

[killah priest]
I heard a wise man once say "thugs pray"
But still slugs spray from the double barrels
Fallin pharoahs over the graves of the sleepin prophets
Release the pain from the deepest closet
It's like a secret that we keep in bondage
Mothers weapin from they projects
First it be that soul, send to haunt the empty halls
Memories painted on the wall
Like the lamb's blood on the doors, of the black hebrews
Nowadays the same people on subway trains sellin street news
A ghetto movie, with no sequels
But i still show you previews
That will free you, from your evil
An old man, cookin her-on, over hot tea spoons
Old g's are all evil, usin dope needles
Wearin fan parafanil's
We live in the black hole, where no one can hear us
The valley of the dry bones, without reflections in the mirrors
The world fearers, first make 'em feel us
Come on!

[chorus x2]

[killah priest]
The solomon couldn't say it better
It's all vanity, and sanity
We come from broken families
My own pop's abandoned me, black becomely
The spirits of lords upon me, i grew up hungry
Now we chase money, and live grungy
The fears want me, to bring me to the hills of this country
So they can jump me, feel me up, in land and dump me
Damn right i said it bluntly
I ain't scared of none of y'all monkeys
At school my teachers used to flunk me
Hopin one day i turn to junkey
But only god can judge me, words of makaveli
Black israeli, hear me? told you y'all niggas gonna feel me
Killah priest ak masada, sincerely yours

[chorus x2]

[killah priest]
So check out my darkest secrets, my truest confessions
Come to you as a blessing, parental viewing in this aggression
Is advised, tune in to the wise, zoom in your eyes
Step up closer, to the light, like that child on poltergeist
Wisdom be ultra right
Explosive to the sight, 3d, virtual reality
Verbal mentality, come with me
Load up your gun with me, run with me
Become one with me, this is channel three
High definition, ghetto tv, dvd
Cable networks, stick your fingers
In the bullet holes in my sweatshirt
Take it out and taste the blood, so you can see that its real
A view from masada, give kids, chill

[chorus x2]

[killah priest]
Yeah, take it back, in the days
You know, of reminising
Just, just chillin
Word
Late at night, ah shoot its damn near morning
Check it out

From shootouts at block parties, from god bodies
That flooded the project lobbys, cold degrees
Smokin weed, talkin 'bout the black and latin seeds
Durags and universal flags
On the ave little niggas throwin up tags
They get defeated, almost bit the broken tree
I recall, niggas who was nice in basketball
Just as my nephew, he had a gift that was special
But instead at least seein him with a scholarship
I'm lookin at him in the funeral parlor and shit
Life is a bitch, some go down, tryin to make it rich
Some say "fuck it", and start takin shit
Sometimes i wish, when bullets are sprayed, the fake niggas get hit
Cuz you know, we know
When you lose something that you really love, is hard to replace it
But we have to face it till the day we lay

[chorus x2: killah priest]
From niggas i've seen, places i've been
Have my share of fake friends, ran with evil men
Chillin with the snakes is a sin
But through it all, i kept it real within

[killah priest]
From the giggles of a murderer, or the hugs of a burglar
So many faces tryin to read us, i need an interpreters
In these dark dreams, where the car thieves lurk
Around the park, jeeps, narcs creep
At night the sharks eat, streets is so cold
As if they hearts don't beat
From niggas with tanktops, yellin bank stop
At night they fight like gang cops
Wet eachother like rain drops
And keep sinnin till the game stop
Until there's no longer breathin
Shit at last the soul is leavin
They goin nowhere fast
Tryin to escape this life is a difficult task

[chorus x2]

[killah priest]
To the little niggas on the corner holdin their dicks
Rollin in clicks, had to get control in their strips
I ain't provin shit, bad asses cuttin classes
You need your ass split, maybe that will save you from that casket
And i copped the blast quick, with young black males of black bastard
See those niggas who trigger happy?
Maybe they will take the lives of mad niggas' daddy
I know it sound harsh, but i gotta kick it like this
And i don't give a fuck if you don't like it
Go to save the righteous
And your ass walk around here lifeless
Trust me, i know it, you say i'm psychic
When the order hits its gonna be a crisis
And believe me, i ain't gonna be concerned who's the nicest
We made a crack sale, away the next fighters
When you look up and see that sky lit, you will know christ lives
So until the next time, or if there is one
Check for the jewel, i left deep in your eardrum
Be aware, and stay awake, because we got to watch the snakes

[chorus x2]

[outro: killah priest]
Know i'm sayin? we gotta wake up motherfuckers
We gotta sit together
Word, you know?
For all my motherfuckin, gigantic army
And just, you know, being together
The sky looks like coney black, nigga
Be aware
Yeah, fuck that shit