Emperors Lost Song

[MOD the Black Marvel]
Black Market, Think Market
From the auction in Jerusalem, make Babylon the target
We the sons that never feel that's why we feel honored
We broke bread with the Ghetto Jezuz
Apostles of the project housings
From Palestine to the block where the guns shot
Think Market, Black Market on a holy mountain
Maccabee pharaoh where the royal ho's browsing
Grounds end, but at the same don't ever speed Market
Elite Market, buck 50, gut deep sharpеn
My name inside pyramids, the S O B darkеn
They run the street it's like a slave auction
Like we the Passion of the Christ suffering
Watch the eye in the Egyptian mansion
Hawking, the jewels I pass on through my grandson to stand strong
But how much longer can I hang on?
Feels like I'm lost fight like Moses in the sandstorm
See here, touch, bleed Market
And on the buck son, I plead Market
You seek Market, we be Market
The Black Market