* will be on "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
 The destory shit...

 [Movie Sample]
 The fourth horsemen is the most frightening of them all.

 [Canibus]
 ...wrap my hands around ya neck, preachin
 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
 Put you and a horse behind, look and 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 strip of 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