- from the forthcoming "a view from masada"

[movie sample]
-horses neighing-
as the final days begin, god sends four terrible horsemen -horses neighing-
to reek his vengeance on a sinfull word. the first three bring
conquest to war and famine.

[intro: killah priest]
yea, yea, yea, yea.
yea, yea. fuck that!
(set it off.) yea, yea, ya shitted.
ya in some shit now, son.
it´s on now, mothafuckas can suck my dick.
i´m back! fuck that shit!
ready to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and e´rything, son.
i´ma prove this shit, right here.
me and my nigga. what!?

[movie sample]
violence and punishment of enemies.

[killah priest]
i give a fake rapper a heart attack, once i start to rap
i´m a vocalist, nigga, i´m supposed to rip
last poet´s told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist
then i finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick -horses neighing-
what now, nigga? look at ya talk shit
just can´t do it, cuz you ain´t got no teeth in ya mouth
and i know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out
ya trained all year, in a karate class
and took one second, to put yo´ ass in a body bag
>from a shotty blast, i walk up in ya club and ya parties don´t last
i like to pop shit, don´t get me started
i slap y´all mothafuckas like y´all little kids in kindegarten
squeeze yo´ head till yo´ kidneys harden
now watch this, i´ma call my whole mothafuckin squadron

[movie sample]
the four horsemen of the apocalypse are among the bible´s
most terrifying figures.

[killah priest]
cuz y´all niggaz is fucked up
and brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get ya
i know how to hit ya, and cut ya open
but don´t worry, cuz i´ma stitch ya
with a rusty screwdriver

[chorus x2: killah priest]
niggaz bop yo´ heads to this, real shit
call up yo´ cliques to this, it´s realness
you feel this in yo´ streets and village
spare that new shit, priest killed it

[canibus]
yo, yo, yo
yo i´m a macabeast mc and i possess the ability
to run at top speed without bendin my knees
i destory shit...

[movie sample]
the fourth horsemen is the most frightening of them all.

[canibus]
...wrap my hands around ya neck region
then i start squeezin ´til ya stop breathin
you weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tongues
i knock the teeth out ya gums and suck the breeze out ya lungs
hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain
you´ll probably never walk ever again
nigga, you think you rhyme sick? i leave you lyin stiff
pull you behind my horse til i break ya spine, bitch
stop cryin bitch, before i hit ya wit the iron fist
you can´t rhyme bitch, the one triple nine´s mine bitch
the pain´ll make ya voice change octaves
>from low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
we judge mc´s by they lyrical fitness
and punish dj´s for puttin corny stickers on they mixes
smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures
you´ll be scared to leave the club wit us
you stratch my back, i´ll scratch your´s bitch
i´ll eat ya salt-fish, if ya suck my sausage
i got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scud
ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood
the four horsemen on the back of four quadropeds
puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, mothafuckas!
-horses neighing-