Black August (Daylight) Killah Priest

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Wassup, whats the deal?
It feels so good tonight, heh heh
Yo, this is the album right here, yeah
Killah priest, I'm back, I'm feeling good too
Yeah, yeah
Up in the house (yeah, what up Brooklyn?)
Right about now (what up New York?)
Yo man (what up Cali?)
Yo (what up Midwest?)
I'm just ready to get into this
Yeah (count 'em all down)
So intimate
I just can't believe I'm seein it with my own eyes on paper
Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1]
Welcome to Black August
This is the portrait of a poor kid that came to fortune
Back before when I had nothin
Just a pad busting dope rhymes like coke lines
I carefully laid them out, then seperate them
Then I would lace one
It made my face numb
Struck from a bass drum
Then I would pass the pad like glass to my man
And he would take some
He used to shake from
Overdosin, we both endulgin
Eyes were bulgin, remaining focused
But the brain was frozen
It's the same as smokin
We would just stand, just stare
Film would appear, and tapes would start rollin
It took us way back like a-tracks, it's so amazing
My man used to say that, this ain't rap
'Priest, your lyrics, are too vivid'
'They more like pictures, you can feel it'
'Yo, you gifted', it flows like liquid, mystic
I never witnessed such things as beautiful
As unusual, like a musical