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Song language: English
May Day |
We gon’talk to the ghettos, Hell Razah |
All my niggaz in the projects, Will Cooper |
Blood on the walls, yeah, yeah |
And it breaths so shit, real deep, yea |
Black Market Militia, roll with this |
Ain’t fuckin’wit us, yo, yo 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 |
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We try’nna save up for AK’s |
Having helicopter niggaz screamin’Mayday! |
This is Black Market Military, don’t play |
Ain’t no comin’at my family, the wrong way, aye |
Child support, disrespectin’my pops, it’s fucked 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 |
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 |
May day, may day, I report from the hood |
Black Market, I report from the hood, Black Market |