[Intro: Killah Priest]

Wassup, whats the deal?

Feel 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, waddup brooklyn)

Right about now (waddup new york)

Yo man (waddup cali)

Yo (waddup midwest)

I'm just ready to get into this

Yeah (count em all down)

So intimate

I just cant believe I'm seein it with my own eyes on paper



[Killah Priest]

Yo, yo, yo

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



[Chorus: Killah Priest]



So say 'Black August', and that's the chorus

It's so gorgeous, it's so beautiful, unusual

And 'member y'all this is no rap

These are moments captured on a kodak

So hold that



So say 'Black August', and that's the chorus

It's that gorgeous, it's so beautiful, unusual

And 'member y'all this is no rap

These are moments captured on a kodak

So hold that

(So hold that, so hold that, don't hold back)



[Killah Priest]

Yeah, yo, yo

Music fallin

Like leaves in autumn

I hope you caught one

Please hold it close to you

It's for the pupils, of the new school

It's chicken noodles

It's vitamins, rice and beans

A nice cusine, you like it steamed

Or broiled?

Grab it like soil

This mic is royal

My pens a needle, my arms a notepad

My thoughts a dope bag, my rooms a coke lab

I cooked up tunes

My homie smoked tash, and used to throw cash

Out of born fishes, they want the raw lyrics

Shoot or sniff it, you call it

Alcoholics listen

Smiling, while nodding off, mumblin

'This kid has talent'

Then pass out, while spillin they quarts

Then open up another gallon

I smoke from a chalice, who wanna challenge?

I spoke inbalanced

Priest the magic man

Presto, there goes your ghetto

Colored, increase your level

You gotta love it baby



[Chorus]



[Killah Priest]

Yeah, uh huh, yeah

I get em with the rhythm

Twist em, spittin like exorcism

A poets wisdom, give em vision, dialect

Just listen, to productions

Let it flush your system keep discussions

To a minimum, watch me I'm winnin em

Those imprisoned from the bling-bling

Locked up like sing, sing

Until I ginseng root

Right into it like a fruit again

Sight to the blind, speech to the mute, yeah



[Talking: Killah Priest]

It's all day man

I can't believe what I'm hearin

You know what I'm sayin?

What I'm seein, it's beautiful

I could go all day long, it's the life

Yo, I could just keep going (Priest)

Yeah, check it out, yo (Killah Priest, baby)



[Killah Priest]

My heart is jaded, star gazin, R rated

Nickel-plated, manipulated

It gets better when it ages

So amazing, I say 'Amen'

So majestic, emotions like a slow record

It's like a epic, or a shiny necklace

Catch me at the guestlist

At Black August, check my performance

I'm brainstormin, rain pourin, no need for umbrellas

I'm tryna tell ya, best seller

Thoughts angelic, soft like velvet

Take off my helmet, the warriors home

Like Centurions in Rome

You know what I mean? I just zone

I could go all day with this

Just gimmie- where the hook at?



[Chorus]



[Fade out]