[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 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



[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 x2: Hell Razah]

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



[Hell Razah]

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



[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