Mayday!

(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 - 2X):
 (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