View From Masada Killah Priest

[Intro]
Get it going, yeah, yeah
Feel this shit, word is bond
Niggas got shit on they mind
Get it out your chest
You got something to say?
Spill it out
It's that Priest shit
I've waited for this

[Verse 1]
Month August, year '70, ending of my mom's pregnancy
Beginning of Masada's legacy
Christ blew the breath in me
To rule is my destiny, mind is my weapontry
Blessed be, Priest, fly 'mitri's, Dashikis
Suck from the fine titties of Nefertiti, slept in tepees
Kings bow, 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, holding the rose
Mexicano, latin and negros
Lived the life of thug passion heroes
We live in Projects with ghetto belly dancers
That enchant us, when you see us bring yo cameras