producer: lza, just blaze, daddy rose, curt owdy, shamello, q-base, wiz

guests: ras kass, canibus

The Four Horsemen are riding on pale horses through clouds of fire bursts. Their goal is not to eliminate the world (that will come later), but to eliminate wack emcees. To take the world with melting storms, ridding the surface off all babbling voices. Their aircraft is so fast, everything they pass gets hot. Bursting swords are beheading headless rappers. Tongues are attached to one pole, that is carried like the holy grail, now hidden by the Killah Priest Templars, not the Knight Templars. Walking on a field of roses, the bad taste of sulfur on the global tongue is starting to fade. The gaping hole that spit out the revengers is now closing and the soil soaks in the blood shed over the last hour. Clouds return to form fluffy appearances, rather than towering castles of solid matter. The rapper apocalypse is over, but they left Masada here to remind us of them always watching us.

Accoustic guitars wake up the horseman. The "Intro" is ringing in the day, but the first task: "View From Masada" is not motivating, as Just Blaze goes the jiggy route, and that always has been a detour. Staying on that path, "Hard Times" expresses the angst of the people seen left and right of the road, Killah is sucking in their thoughts and spits 'em out again "niggaz was born to be skeletons / or was it the curse of this dark melanin / when I die will I open my eyes in hell again". There's a tear running down his cheek, as Daddy Rose's strings on "Maccabean Revolt" color the air. And this tear is nourishing, and the crowd screams, that they "Gotta Eat" too. And all Priest can respond is "I write pain / blue ink replaced the blood in my veins", not being able to find any other words.

What is not enough for the masses to be still confident about his lyrical superiority. So Priest needs to calm them down, and he does with spitting "first of all everybody can't emcee / second of all, y'all all sound wack to me / third y'all sound like a group of wannabes / either it's Tupac or another B.I.G. / here's the truth for you rappers, be yourself / but y'all scared to do that, cause won't see no wealth" and "most of y'all cats better thank god for rap / cause most of y'all left the hood and can't come back". But there is still uprising and so ringleader horseman Ras Kass shows up for ("Whut Part Of The Game") and takes control with "you ain't dope just cause you sniff it, or lace you blunt with it / that just makes you a wack rapper and a drug addict, get it" and "get smacked in the streets by some real nigga who don't play shit / hit the pavement screaming it's just entertainment / and that ain't it, life sucks like fumigation / my obligation, expose all you funny bunnies / rappers actin slash fudge packing for the money / cause next week if the new fad was hip hop fags / you'll find a lot of these thug niggas in drag, believe that". Now if only Curt Gowdy would have backed these two with a dope beat foundation, and their status would remain unquestioned for a long time.

Masada gained confidence and screams "I'm With That". Well, everbody's with that Shamello and Buddha beat. The second one that seems to be weapon enough to keep the mock uppers in check. But the next step Priest is taking, metamorphoses into the first nail of his coffin. "Bop Your Head" is a laughable effort. And even the venom horseman Canibus is showing up to save the track, not hesitating to kick in the crowds stomach, although they are already down. But the revolt has caught momentum now, although Priest claims "y'all niggas is slaves to my music". His armor has many holes and weak spots, just like that track. So he switches to a new tactic and tries to trick the crowd into 'entertain itself to death'. On "Places I've Been" he opens himself up and shares glimpses of experiences with the masses, but trying to feed it to them as lumpy french fries, who will actually be falling for that trick?

And so the question is not "When Will We Learn?", but when will he learn, that the crowd is not cattle that will eat everything thrown in front of them. They are no longer intimidated by him speaking in rhymes, as they figured out how easy "nowadays the same people on subway trains selling street news / a ghetto movie, with no sequels / but I still show you previews / that will free you, from your evil" is. If this is all the "Food For Thought" Masada has to offer, the crowd will have to fight, or it will starve to death. Then again, that's taking away too much of Masada's lyrical superiority, as the horseman is not slacken his hold on the reins. But his growing soullessness can be explained by him having sold it to the Skulls & Bones Thugs. That's evident after he performed "Live By The Gun". His adaptation to that competition, is a sign of weakness and paranoia that he further expresses on "If I Die": "dear heavenly Father / the reason why I stand at your gates holding two revolvers / cause down on earth I had mad drama / protect my body from the tabernacle of robbers".

So the "Outro" can only be considered the shameful withdrawal from the battle field. The peasants have made the impossible come true and rewrite the ancient history of balance. While it wasn't good that won against evil, it was a powerhouse that came crumbling down. It was more a him losing his superiority, than a them gaining it. And with proving that that's possible, more oppressed will follow suit. It's dangerous as when old values are being overturned, the period of a valueless state will have dark forces trying to fill the void the has been opened. So while this wasn't a desired battle, and the lost horseman is nothing that will make this third dimension better. It's a failure of the system and our own strength and possibilities, but what has been taken with heavy mentality, is now lost, because of a lack of view. Masada lost his view. Or was facing a fogged view. But the weather will change, the stars and the moon are still up. The aircraft still has enough fuel to return.