Black Market

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yeah, knawhatimean, Killah Priest
I changed my name, man, it's Leo Angel now
Knawhatimean? Yo, this is Black Market
Knawhatimean? Trag', Will Cooper, Yankee, knowhatimean, uh

[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
Cuz you got William Cooper in here
You know this Black Market, you got Tragedy Khadafi
You got Razah the Renaissance --

[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

[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

[Tragedy Khadafi]
Let ya blood boil
Lift ya glass, Black Market, yeah

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 cuz 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, ya'll

[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?