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[Killah Priest]
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Get it goin, yeah, yeah
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Feel this shit, word is bond
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Niggaz got shit on they mind
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Get it out your chest
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You got somethin to say?
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Spill it out
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It's that Priest shit
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I've waited for this
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Month August, year '70, endin of my mom's pregnancy
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Beginnin of Masada's legacy, Christ blew the breath in me
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To rule is my destiny, mind is my weapontry
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Bless it be, Priest, fly 'mitri's, Dashikis
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Suck from the fine titties of Nefertitti, slept in teepees
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Kings, Pharoahs kiss the ring when they see me
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Is how they greet me, take trips weekly
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Dwell by the havens, fed by a raven
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Ate from the beak of eagles, sat with Hebrews
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Broke bread with the holy people
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Bit from the tree of good and evil
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Ate this dry fruit whole, swallowed the seeds too
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Lived in the land of the strong and feeble
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Some had egos, some were peaceful
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Smile when they greet you
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I appear, appeared through the windows
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With weirdos, saw widows who played with dildos
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Nymphos, wrapped they legs around satin pillows
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Silver robe, holdin the rose
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Mexicanos, latin and negros
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Lived the life of thug passion heros
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We live in Projects with ghetto belly dancers
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That enchant us, when you see us bring yo cameras
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Chorus: Killah Priest {2X}
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Yo, its the view from Masada
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The saga, Priest the author
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The Godfather, the scholar
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I write drama, decomposer, best Noah
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They watch us, build for hours
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Behold the, behold the
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[Killah Priest]
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Yo, we sip wine around golden candles
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Wearin mantels, tellin ghost stories
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I propose a toast, as a whole splash of lightning
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the sky's is stormy, then it dawned on me
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it was a dope fiend and two Hell scorchened shorties
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That lured me, to my first orgy
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Apartment 4D, met a fine Harlet named Audrey
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She adored me, she seduced me with her beauty
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Neck full of jewelry, she wore a see-through gown
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with her eye she forced me to lay down
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Then she asked me, was I new in town
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And with a smile she said she has peace offerings
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This day she paid her vow
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Let us make love and afterwards we worship an owl
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This war lady, when she tried to play me
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Get me in the bed to spray me
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Kisses of her lips taste like taffy
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Plus she wore the scent of Tasprey
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Ask me if that attracts me
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Whispers in my ear are pure blasphemy
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She said I decked my bed with mur, aloes and roses, cinnamon
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It's a place for gentlemen, with a youthful look I entered in
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The sins of men, the devil's lust, the luck of women
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With cat eyes, her man's a Rabbi
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Walks with a raincoat, top hat, bow tie
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And walkin with a cane, puffin his pipe
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Saw me through the blinds fuckin his wife
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I busted her twice, grabbed me by my windpipe
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Pulled out a knife, 'nough said, bloodshed at the end of the night
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Chorus {2X}
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[Killah Priest]
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Yeah, yeah
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Got to lay down the law, you know?
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Masada the beloved
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Killah Priest, Macabee worldwide
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Yeah, pour the wine and raise your glass high into the sky
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Yeah, like that, haha
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Yeah, yeah, we just maintainin
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Word, fuck all y'all fake ass other niggaz
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Yeah, what?
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Yeah...
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View From Masada
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| Killah Priest |
