(feat. Gabriel Batler, Abiodun Oyemole (Last Poets))



[Eilan Babilon doing background vocals]



[Intro: Killah Priest]

My lord, hear thy prayer

As we sit amongst our fathers..



[Killah Priest]

From black Israelites to a liberal life, young guy from prison

Fight the system, Muslim, Jews and Christian

The hoodlum serving food in kitchens, politician, lawyer

Judges, destroy the brothers, amongst the youngsters

Dumpster, project hallways, equal more graves

Add it up, since the fourth grade, minus that, from the gun claps

Now divide that from the cats who ever slung crack, whoever done that

To all races, faces and man, with holes in his hand

He will even bracelets, or race our soul where we stand

My eyes, have seen hell, between jail, and bullet shells

Heard some words from the both Bushes yell

It ain't kill Saddam, we build the 'Nam

Close both palms, shut my eyes, then reply

Old Jerusalem, we criminals, Subliminal's click

Two Eilan live on, we toast to biblicial scripts, come on



[Chorus: Gabriel Batler (Abiodun Oyemole)]

I want you to ride it (for the shadow of death)

I feel nobody (there's no one else)

I read for my one's

I want you to ride it (for the shadow of death)

I feel nobody (there's no one else)

I rise like the sun, and shine



[Tragedy Khadafi]

And I ain't cryin', and I ain't layin' down to dyin'

If I'm lyin', you can throw me off the Mountain of Xian

The law be like fuck this, trap 'em in a chair and fry 'em

I write doctrines, everything I spit is a psalm

Walk the hood, with holes in my feet and palms

Throw on crown made of ice, millennium Christ

I bled with Malcolm, til the struggle gave my life

I walk through the valley of death, scroched through hell's fire

Cell 33's a lot, in Elmira, grew wiser

Learned my culture, from old timers

Dark conscious, made in an image, doing the knowledge

Like, extraterrestial beings, the all seeing

Out the sun roof screamin', clappin' the mack demon

My success is a journey, not a destination of faces

Snakes layin' in waiting, congrogatin' with Satan

Days of Gamora, need more, some water, I'm shakin'

My ancestors is cryin', I'm feelin' tears of the rain

Baptized in the Nile, and I'm trapped in pain



[Interlude: Killah Priest (Abiodun Oyemole)]

The Black Market (tact!)

The Black Market (tact!)



[Outro: Abiodun Oyemole]

As it was in the beginning

So shall it be in the end

As we walk through the shadows of death

We'll find a way to win

This is the last will and testament

Of a light that's been dimmed

Of a heart that's lost it's rhythm

And attacks it's own reflection

Eyes of a blind, to the beauty of themselves

And souls of the so sacred, books were written

Temples were built, Jesus was born

In the womb of our love, for mankind

And this is the last sacrament, this is the last offering

The last jester, to spark the fire, to lift the spirit

Before the light turns back to black

Before the waves become a tidal, before the moon bleeds rivers of despair

And the stars become black holes in the sky

This is a final call, a final message

To those who think they know, and those who don't want to know

A damn thing...