Black August (Dark) - Killah Priest

Yeah, Black August, Priesthood

Wanna know how I got here?

How it all came to be?

My beginning?, yo

A dark December eve my mother conceive a species

Some sorta rare breed believed to be of God’s seed

With royal blood flowing through her genes

Answer would come to her in her dreams

The child you bare is a king

He’s the heir

Magnificent chair

Also shall wear the rings

Till I give him a pair of wings

In January she fought off bats

The FBI firing gats even lion attacks

Running from wolf packs through the woods black

Never looked back

A serpent bit her on the leg

But she took that

From February till June four months of gloom

2 more months before their doom

They try to consume a child inside my mothers womb

She withstand the hurricanes and twisters reading scriptures

Earthquakes till my birth date I was given

Even slay the first born children

It was bone chillin'

July 30th came

But that wasn’t me that was my nephew

God bless you

He took the first cause you was special

Then it was August

She felt something enormous in her organs

My beginning and the ending while the world is spinning

Menage’s with strange women the devil grinning

But I gottta keep my head above water

Molded without the martyr black august and I’m the author

They knew the time and the date of my arrival

Doctors and preachers opening bibles

Philosophers stood wondering

The sky thundering

Inhaling old widows wailing

Windows open

Wind blowing curtains across my head forming a turban

Do not disturb him a stranger said

Standing at the side of my bed placed a crown upon my head

My eyes were black pearls staring at the map of the world

Born to conquer the angel then handed me my armor

Killed in my honor revealed to me where I should wander

Until time for take over

Y’all reigns been great but now its over

Now I lounge in castles surrounded by great statues

A pool of jewels old kings swimming thru women and rings

A joyous time so sing

I was born 40 nights its stormed hell spawned

I latched onto my mothers arms

Writing my name my pen became somewhat of a chain

A beard grew intuition given me a clear view

My hair turning white

Perm like Snoop Dogg’s (biatch!)

I seen black boots in the fog

Skeletons and army fatigues

Dead friends warn me thru dreams like Ebenezer Scrooge

I shall lead the schools show them secrets of the ancient masters

Studies language chapters pages after

Black August