Killah Priest - View From Masada Lyrics
[killah priest]Get it goin, yeah, yeahFeel this shit, word is bondNiggaz got shit on they mindGet it out your chestYou got somethin to say?Spill it outIts that priest shitIve waited for thisMonth august, year 70, endin of my moms pregnancyBeginnin of masadas legacy, christ blew the breath in meTo rule is my destiny, mind is my weapontryBless it be, priest, fly mitris, dashikisSuck from the fine titties of nefertitti, slept in teepeesKings, pharoahs kiss the ring when they see meIs how they greet me, take trips weeklyDwell by the havens, fed by a ravenAte from the beak of eagles, sat with hebrewsBroke bread with the holy peopleBit from the tree of good and evilAte this dry fruit whole, swallowed the seeds tooLived in the land of the strong and feebleSome had egos, some were peacefulSmile when they greet youI appear, appeared through the windowsWith weirdos, saw widows who played with dildosNymphos, wrapped they legs around satin pillowsSilver robe, holdin the roseMexicanos, latin and negrosLived the life of thug passion herosWe live in projects with ghetto belly dancersThat enchant us, when you see us bring yo camerasChorus: killah priest {2x}Yo, its the view from masadaThe saga, priest the authorThe godfather, the scholarI write drama, decomposer, best noahThey watch us, build for hoursBehold the, behold the[killah priest]Yo, we sip wine around golden candlesWearin mantels, tellin ghost storiesI propose a toast, as a whole splash of lightningThe skys is stormy, then it dawned on meIt was a dope fiend and two hell scorchened shortiesThat lured me, to my first orgyApartment 4d, met a fine harlet named audreyShe adored me, she seduced me with her beautyNeck full of jewelry, she wore a see-through gownWith her eye she forced me to lay downThen she asked me, was I new in townAnd with a smile she said she has peace offeringsThis day she paid her vowLet us make love and afterwards we worship an owlThis war lady, when she tried to play meGet me in the bed to spray meKisses of her lips taste like taffyPlus she wore the scent of taspreyAsk me if that attracts meWhispers in my ear are pure blasphemyShe said I decked my bed with mur, aloes and roses, cinnamonIts a place for gentlemen, with a youthful look I entered inThe sins of men, the devils lust, the luck of womenWith cat eyes, her mans a rabbiWalks with a raincoat, top hat, bow tieAnd walkin with a cane, puffin his pipeSaw me through the blinds *****in his wifeI busted her twice, grabbed me by my windpipePulled out a knife, nough said, bloodshed at the end of the nightChorus {2x}[killah priest]Yeah, yeahGot to lay down the law, you know?Masada the belovedKillah priest, macabee worldwideYeah, pour the wine and raise your glass high into the skyYeah, like that, hahaYeah, yeah, we just maintaininWord, ***** all yall fake ass other niggazYeah, what?Yeah...
