Killah Priest — The Black Market

[Verse 1] It’s fucked The judge traded Surinam for New Amsterdam The Queen of England found a new land The birth of New York, ’til they let the nukes off American flags and army fatigues, suits in the Gulf It’s for the poor out in Ecuador, all the way to the [?] They both had pyramids mysterious Bolivian cartels, to the coverup of Roswell African tribes, face covered with flies The news full of lies They got coverage of live gangsters buried alive American pie is now Dubai A few fly The rich conversate over butterfly eggs and roasted [?] hearts We shoot AKs here on the coast with villains [?] The Lord’s healing the heart The reverend tells the pew while placing his hands on the prostitute while watching her boobs A DA begins to prosecute a box full of youth Somewhere you hear, “Freeze,” then the cops will shoot Salt water pools, church [?] for fools Here’s the clues, let me walk you through When you pray, you talk to god When you meditate, god talks to you You seem confused We live in Revelations Head of the nation is Satan Conjugation, conquered races Now we facing condemnation I’m contemplating confrontation Final bomb invasion We psalms in waiting [Verse 2] When Moses was born, the clouds in the skies parted When Jesus was born, everything grew figs in the forest Muhammad was born, the stars aligned From words, looked Islamic Priest was born, all the water turned chocolate Born metropolis, it’s obvious The Ds wanna cop our wrist, from the third planet from the sun Hammers near their lungs Cameras in the slums I make a canvas from the eardrum Spit with sincere tongue Seven wonders in the world but I share with you nine Bear with my mind to flower patience prepared this rhyme From clay bodies laying lifeless to second breath blown inside of Isis Wisdom in the [?] to [?] to [?] to [?] Check the gems I wrote My pen strokes artifact photography rap The pen in my hand is a spray paint can The thoughts is a white subway train flooded with game My ink makes stains Glasses of Shakespearian’s experience Van Gogh, Edgar Allen Poe, Aristotle novel Lobby gospel, street-nomics of the projects And guns and drugs and everything black market