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Текст песни Black Market Militia - Black Market

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[Intro: Killah Priest]Yeah, knawhatimean, Killah PriestI changed my name, man, it`s Leo Angel nowKnawhatimean? Yo, this is Black MarketKnawhatimean? Trag`, Will Cooper, yankee, knowhatimean, uh[Killah Priest]First and foremost, we let our jobs toast, and sing bravoDrink the red wine, the sands of time, stampeded by a million broncosThrough the congo, beneath the cosmos, Priest the 5th apostleI`m like Picasso, I paint a hot flow, the canvas is your mindWhen you visualize, you can see it like an art showIt`s warm like a bullet goin` through the Pope shirtSinkin` in the lungs of the quiet CardinalI`m like Leonardo Da Vinci, my pen squeeze out sculpturesHigh, like a ski Alpen, grease with my feet stretched outOn a sheik sofa, turn that beat loud, I`m bout to freestyle, soldiersMy rhyme show the depths, like a rich photographer in YugoslaviaTo Romania, fills whole stadiums, to them Hungarians, that`s done carryin`To Bogaria, to the Bocan peninsula, the flow turn vocals into picturesThe beauty is like the snow fallin` in the winterRhymes, are like icons of heroin adictsWith fiends, with their bare arms, scratchin`They palms practice, the plan that the white, can`t craft toTurn our people backwards, in black hoods to Spanish HarlemThe plan is Gotham, and I`m Batman, amongst these crack landsI hold revolvers, listen to the soul of MarvinTo bring back the promise, it`s Black Market[Interlude: William Cooper]Chill, Priest, yo chillCuz you got William Cooper in hereYou know this Black Market, you got Tragedy KhadafiYou got Razah the Renaissance --[William Cooper]Stroll through the tunnels of death, fighting the devilEvery night go to battle, squeeze that nine milli` metalUntil that beat settles, plus randomly complete meCuz they all beneath me, when night falls, we speak in tepee`sMy peace pipes are Philly, demons grill meIt takes a proverb and a chronic herb to thrill meI keep pennin` for a moment, second amendment, I own itJust give me a minute, I`m zonin`, like Pagan prisons, I`m thronin`Say my name, vision a Roman, the Trojan spittin` on omensWhy shogun never have a slow gun, trust no oneBut Market fam, you know it`s on, when the flag market`s landStick it in the soil, we only toast with the loyal[Interlude: Hell Razah]Drink up, breadren, get off the grounds, break breadUh-huh, yeah, take this jewel[Hell Razah]In the hood, guns go off, advise you, to don`t show offYou can die in the streets, or the seat of your PorscheI seen drama back off, when you handle the bossBurn a cross on the White House porch, with no remorseFour horses of apocalypse, hidin` politicsCommon sense, where the poor`s oppress, a prophet isHe maybe live in a project crib, the more hard livin` it isMothers be abortionin` kids, birth controlThe few will make it, most of them foldI`mma break it when it`s cold, or a tissue to a runny noseAnd when we die, is the answer that God knowsTil then, tell the angel of death, he`s no threatJesus wept, when Lazarus left, he got vexedHe symbolic to that parable, follow the footstepsAin`t no tellin` what felon could die in the hood next[Interlude: Killah Priest]Yeah baby, Black Market, lift ya glass[Tragedy Khadafi]Yeah, why some sinners got the hood wrotenI`m outspoken, the general`s spittin` mineralsAt criminals lotust, allow me to catch your attentionFocus on the next dosage, smokers and dopersIn the hood where it`s hopeless, thus he has arrivedThe black prince, now, will he survive, yeah, sonI don`t know cuz I`m bent, it said his mom was a virginAnd his pops was a carpenter, good with his handsAnd nice with the revolvers, and a brown skinned complexionWooly hair, man with twelve killers, live niggazThey met up in Times Square, true story, how you know God?Cuz I was right there, we broke breadBliss me three times, I held my head, said my disciplesWill soon have me dead, that`s when the D`s rushed throughYo, pardon you, reached under my cougi robe, and grabbed my God-UThey 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 alway remainThe hood, the life, Black Market, we the voice of the peopleLive it out, whether right or illegal, feel me?

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