[Intro: Killah Priest]

Market, gotta relax, exoticness

Yo this is it, history in the making

Killah Priest, Tragedy, and Black Market

William Booth, yo, Will, yo we gotta do this, son

Hahaha, history in the making, y'all, yeah



[Killah Priest]

Niggaz wanna know what I base my theories in

Hebrew literature, face Nigerian

Black Market, we form the great pyramids

My poetry's deep, call it Shakespearing

Police harass, cuz the jury and the G I'm in

I speak on the past, Egyptian late periods

Look at my pad, misused shapes and imageness

Conscious lyrics, spoken through hieroglyphics

We cuenin' it for him, the God is mystic

I'm havin', constant dreams, that I'm Constantine

Surrounded by heaven's angels, with armored wings

See dead people, needles in the arms of fiends

The messiah of the ghetto, black Madonna seed

Revolver's squeeze, crack addiction, jars of weed

Court cases, mad convictions, they followed me

Sometime, my past is hollow, but I got and dodge y'all lead



[Chorus x1.5: Killah Priest]

Back down soldiers, we blow gats

Military thoughts, we attack like silverbacks

With automatic weaponry, our needs of ammunition

We ain't come to talk, we came to handle our business



[Tragedy Khadafi]

Inconspicous crime shit, the criminals grind with

Fast forward, rewind it, the mental, we blinded

Lost my soul in the hood, but only God could find it

Inadvertently the government wanna silence and murder me

Ya'll been trapped in the cage, and call a soul and it's hurting me

I'm just, runnin' bleedin' and leakin', I'm barely breathin', I'm wheezin'

Head to the sky, and I'm just lookin' for reasons

And even if I'm leavin', the price of freedom is death

Our we achieving, what's really left, broken legacy

Death of a nation, eracin' evil

We facin', sellin' our souls to Satan



[Chorus x2]



[William Cooper]

We the tree, got planet to feed the Earth and his children

Our pastor's smokin' the mirrors, and all our check revisit

When evil pours through your pores, banana clips will fill you

It doesn't get any realer, the chalk out, mindin' your figure

But an eye for an eye, I had the whole hood blind

It's half the reason, half the hood, is right now, doing time

What's done in the dark, could come to light in due time

Turn my cheek to grapevines, until seen by third eye

Be under heaven's gates, with bullets, we then fly

Pray the most high, brings my soul upon flatline

On top of the world, to our mountain of crime

Look, behold a pale horse, in just a blink of an eye

But actions speak louder than words, when I just off this

From the womb to the coffin, scalin' to suit, you caution

The Black Market, hood news, Thug Cooper reporting

Just givin' y'all fair warning, a new day is dawning



[Chorus x1.5]



[Outro: Killah Priest]

World, world, world, world

Market, market, market, market, market

Think, think, think, think, true, true

Life, life, life, life, life