Intro — текст песни (Killah Priest f Master Fool, Rudy)

{*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 shit is tight, man
I know that, man. These motherfuckers out here better get ready, for real
Yo you comin` thru showin` respect to everybody, man
You better get this shit out it`s bangin` for real
Yo what`s up, Priest? Niggaz is gon` feel it for real this time, man
Nigga gonna get the whole shibang (the whole kit and kaboodle for that shit)
Killah Priest is back man, shit ain`t playin` no games
Niggaz 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, nigga! Black August, nigga!
We ain`t playin`, we layin` y`all niggaz down, man!
You come, get yo` head popped off, man!
This ain`t a game, baby! Masada!
Same shit, different toilet!
We shittin` on y`all niggaz!
You got a motherfuckin` game right now, nigga!
Weak warrior niggaz like you, came thru
It`s `bout to go down, nigga
You see the View From Masada, nigga
Yo, nigga feel this
Nigga, join us or sit down
All y`all niggaz! Black August, nigga
Black August, motherfucker..