[phone rings twice]

[Intro: Killah Priest & Rudy]

[K:] Hello?
[R:] What's up Head?
[K:] Who this Rudy? What's the deal?

[R:] Nuttin', just chillin'. Waitin' for the new album, "Black August"
[K:] Ah, don't worry about it. Here it go
[beat kicks in]

[phone rings again]
[K:] Hello?
[R:] Yo what up? It's me P, just sayin' respect

[K:] Yo what's the deal? Yo know, man, I'm just here tryin' to get this album together, man
[R:] Yeah I gotta hear that Black August, that %#@! is tight, man
I know that, man. These mother$#&@ers out here better get ready, for real

Yo you comin' thru showin' respect to everybody, man
You better get this %#@! out it's bangin' for real
Yo what's up, Priest? ^!$$%z is gon' feel it for real this time, man

^!$$% gonna get the whole shibang (the whole kit and kaboodle for that %#@!)
Killah Priest is back man, %#@! ain't playin' no games
^!$$%z better watch out that's word to my mother!


[Killah Priest]
Priest the ghetto novelist, thugs and hollow tips

Slugs and mac-10's, drugs when I rap and
I craft pens near the streets of New York
Basketball courts, gats could go off

Crack a pro sport, I rap of all thoughts
My tongue's a paintbrush, ya brain's a canvas
I draw in gangstas with their shootin' hand bandaged

I draw in artforms and stark corn, shall born with clocks sorn
Posin' in '87 on Riker's in ciphers, Mercedes the legend for bikers
Clubs and thugs is all righteous

Yeah you hear a porpus, you ain't got nuthin' for us
That's what's up!


[Outro: Master Fool]
Yeah, ^!$$%! Black August, ^!$$%!
We ain't playin', we layin' y'all ^!$$%z down, man!

You come, get yo' head popped off, man!
This ain't a game, baby! Masada!
Same %#@!, different toilet!

We %#@!tin' on y'all ^!$$%z!
You got a mother$#&@in' game right now, ^!$$%!
Weak warrior ^!$$%z like you, came thru

It's 'bout to go down, ^!$$%
You see the View From Masada, ^!$$%
Yo, ^!$$% feel this

^!$$%, join us or sit down
All y'all ^!$$%z! Black August, ^!$$%
Black August, mother$#&@er...