Black Market

Lyrics

[Intro: Killah Priest] Yeah, knawhatimean, Killah Priest I changed my name, man, it's Leo Angel now You know what I mean? Yo, this is Black Market Knawhatimean? Trag', Will Cooper, Yankee, knowhatimean, uh [Verse 1: Killah Priest] First and foremost, we let our jaws toast, and sing bravo Drink the red wine, the sands of time, stampeded by a million broncos Through the Congo, beneath the cosmos, Priest the 5th Apostle I'm like Picasso, I paint a hot flow The canvas is your mind when you visualize, you can see it like an art show It's warm like the bullet goin' through the Pope shirt Sinkin' in the lungs of the quiet Cardinal I'm like Leonardo Da Vinci, my pen squeeze out sculptures High, like a ski Alp in Greece with my feet stretched out on a Sheik's sofa Turn that beat loud, I'm 'bout to freestyle, soldiers My rhyme show the depths, like a rich photographer in Yugoslavia To Romania, fills whole stadiums To them Hungarians, that's gun carryin' To Bulgaria, to the Balkan Peninsula The flow turn vocals into pictures The beauty is like the snow fallin' in the winter Rhymes, are like icons of heroin addict's With fiends, with their bare arms, scratchin' They palms practice, the plan that the White Man crafted Turn our people backwards, in black hoods to Spanish Harlem The plan is Gotham, and I'm Batman Amongst these crack lands, I hold revolvers Listen to the soul of Marvin To bring back the promise, it's Black Market [Interlude: Killah Priest] Chill, Priest, yo chill 'Cause you got William Cooper in here You know this Black Market, you got Tragedy Khadafi You got Razah the Renaissance -- [Verse 2: William Cooper] Stroll through the tunnels of death, fighting the Devil Every night go to battle, squeeze that nine milli' metal Until that beef settles, crush my enemy completely Cuz they all beneath me, when night falls, we speak in tepee's My peace pipes are Philly, demons grill me It takes a proverb and a chronic herb to thrill me I keep pennin' for a moment, second amendment, I own it Just give me a minute, I'm zonin', like Pagan prisons, I'm thronin' Say my name, vision a Roman, the Trojan spittin' on omens My slogan never have a slow gun, trust no one But Market fam, you know it's on, when the flag Market's land Stick it in the soil, we only toast with the loyal [Interlude: Hell Razah] Drink up, bredren, get off the grounds, break bread Uh-huh, yeah, take this jewel [Verse 3: Hell Razah] In the hood, guns go off, advise you, to don't show off You can die in the streets, or the seat of your Porsche I seen drama back off, when you handle the boss Burn a cross on the White House porch, with no remorse Four Horses of Apocalypse, high in politics Common sense, where the poor's are oppressed, a prophet is He maybe living in a project crib, the more hard livin' it is Mothers be abortioning kids, birth control The few will make it, most of them fold I'm a blanket when it's cold, or a tissue to a runny nose And when we die, is the answer that God knows 'Til then, tell the angel of death, he's no threat Jesus wept, when Lazarus left, he got vexed We symbolic to that parable, follow the footsteps Ain't no tellin' what felon could die in the hood next [Interlude: Killah Priest] Yeah baby, Black Market [Pre-Verse: Tragedy Khadafi] Let ya blood boil Lift ya glass, Black Market, yeah [Verse 4: Tragedy Khadafi] Yeah, Russell Simmons got the hood voting I'm outspoken, the general's spittin' minerals that criminals notice Allow me to catch your attention Focus on the next dosage Smokers and dopers in the hood where it's hopeless Thus he has arrived, the Black Prince Now will he survive? Yeah, son I don't know 'cause I'm bent They said his mom was a virgin and his pops was a carpenter Good with his hands and nice with the revolvers and a brown skinned complexion Wooly hair, ran with twelve killers, live niggas They met up in Times Square, true story, how you know, God? Cuz I was right there, we broke bread Bitch screamed three times, I held my head Sent my disciples, the sword will have me dead That's when the D's rushed through Yo, pardon you, reached under my Coogi robe and grabbed my God-U They was comin' through like Nazareth Jews Yo, I was through [Interlude: Killah Priest] Here's a toast to Black Market, y'all [Outro: Killah Priest] Time to time, things change, but the realer always remain The hood, the life, Black Market, we the voice of the people Live it out, whether right or illegal, feel me?