Black Market Militia Mayday! Lyrics
            [Intro: Hell Razah]
            Fear the evil music, Renaissance Child
            Yeah, Black Market, yea, Black Market Militia
            We gon' talk to the ghettos, Hell Razah
            All my n____z in the projects, Will Cooper
            Blood on the walls, yeah, yeah
            And it breaths so s___, real deep, yea
            Black Market Militia, roll with this
            Ain't f___in' wit us, yo, yo
        
            [Hell Razah]
            Welfare, got a respect for my moms
            I found out, George Bush was the same as Saddam
            I'm a digital bomb, downloaded on the CD-ROM
            Before Muhammed and the Holy Qu'ran, an Egyptian God
            Abraham, saught the science of Brahm
            Breath of life, education of Christ, gave Satan his life
            He bought souls when they came with a price
            I got the dice, rollin' three sixes, blowin' widow kisses
            Keep wizes, readin' Hebrew scriptures
            Each gun go a longer distance, to get ya
            I develop, so the seller get the bigger picture
            Ron O'Neal, superfly without no deal
            I'm Shaquille, when it comes down to lyrical skills
            Maccabee be a seed of Israel
            What I can't eat in a mill, I guess, I'mma leave in my will
            Set fire to America's flag, and the President mad
            I raise the states, like the price of gas
        
            [[Chorus - 2X]: Hell Razah]
            We try'nna save up for AK's
            Having helicopter n____z screamin' "Mayday!"
            This is Black Market Military, don't play
            Ain't no comin' at my family, the wrong way, aye
        
            [Hell Razah]
            Child support, disrespectin' my pops, it's f___ed up
            When ya man breakin' bread with the cops
            They love talkin' alot, so we send they heads back in a box
            This for Ray Charles and Red Foxxx, let off a shot
            And all the brothers in the prison cells, livin' in hell
            It's dawn of the dead, we born here, to war with the feds
            Lead the snakes to the edge, watch it fall of the ledge
            It ain't over til we kill 'em, and oil they eggs
            Probably kicked down the White House door
            Cuz they wipe out poor, people that's homeless
            Who life like lost, while the rich get richer, the poor get poorer
            So we run a menage, on both Bush's daughters
            And show 'em all the riches that his twin sisters bought us
            That made a World Trade, when they slept with a slave
            The same ones that got AIDS, that sickness ya'll made
            The resurrected Nat Turner's, back from the grave
        
            [Tragedy Khadafi]
            When I write, the angels cry, tears fall out of the sky
            Hit the earth, take human form and fly
            Prophets and messengers, rise out of they graves
            My enemies'll treat, four legged beasts, back to the cage
            Mountains of Caucus, I'm just dealin' with higher forces
            Satellite's take flight when I'm swervin', bulletproof porsches
            The first dynasty was that of Egyptian's
            Before commandments, my name was written in golden scriptures
            When I spit, it's like bare witness to Allah Chikis Sahatta
            Nat Turner burner, soul of a rider
            It's like me and you subtracted from two, last one left
            Right over left, when cowards die, thousands of death
            Let the revolution start, where's your heart, let ya heat pop
            Feel the lost cause of Afeni, when she lost Pac
            Betty Shabazz, the slugs tore Malcolm's chest and he drop
            Audobon building, might get murdered, what I'm revealing
            Cinematic like Michael Moore, Fahrenheit 9/11
            Mac-11 flamin', the president's head til it severed
        
            [Outro: Killah Priest]
            May day, may day, I report from the hood
            Black Market, I report from the hood, Black Market
        
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