[Intro: Killah Priest (Tragedy Khadafi)]
Yeah, knawhatimean, it`s coming down like, that man
(What we gon` do, now, man)
Sorry to break up the radio, for a minute
(What the fuck we gon` do now, they hear now)
But it`s gotta come down, it`s gotta be real
We gotta come through to the heart (they back now)
And I wanna talk to the hoods right now
If you a thug and you real, muthafuckin` speak
(What the fuck ya`ll gonna do now muthafuckas)
[Tragedy Khadafi]
I`m like Osama Hussein, hotter than the whole
Population control, I`m seein` soldiers fold
As I release the scroll, I spit perpendicular
Walkin` barefoot across peninsulas, freein` slaves and prisoners
Black Market Militia is revolution, the mission is
Free the minds of our listeners, resurrected with militance
We ain`t beggin` politicians for nothing
Government funded, comin` gunnin` and stunnin`, seein` the D`s running
God bless us, Supreme Team, extreme measures
Max under mattress, C-4 in the dressers
The D`s who wanna test us, and feds wanna arrest us
Fuck professers and their lectures, I`m talkin` to ancestors
True story, give the glory to God, receive the blessings
Made in an image, of his likeness, my true essence
[William Cooper]
I ride for the government, with clubs, and strugglin`
Come from street corners, where all day cracks be hustlin`
You can`t come in, unless you got a warrant for the crib
I pay the bills for the crib, man, fuck the police field
I got names on bullets in the clip, the world ran by the rich
We drop the genes, that`s it
Feel my aura as I walk with a millennium limp
Talk what I walk, just be do what I`ve been taught
See sirens show up, and now line `em and chalk
O.G.`s show me the ropes, and day by day head of coke
Keep a ruger in my coat, and never ever sniff dope
Or watch your future go downhill like a ski slope, come on
[Chorus: Killah Priest]
My thug nation, let me break it down for you in lamen terms
Get what you can get now, before the plate burn
No, I`m not a minister, or we preach it to you
Oh, believe me, dog, I can see the future, get yours
[Timbo King]
Call me the black menace, slap niggaz like I`m playin` tennis
When shit pops off, it don`t finish
Smoke in the air, you smellin` spinach
I`m sick in the head, I need a clinic, yeah, infinite
Cuz I rise without the finer thing, Lord of the Rings
Be them corner kings, wings of war, hoes klingons
So bring on your whole platoon, ya`ll buffons
With a bunch of toons, need to retreat soon
Black therough, Black Othello, my click be the wild fellows
From the wildest ghettos, yeah
Armed with angels, protected by a guided light
Violent fights, U.S. and dirt eternal silent nigih
[Killah Priest]
Fuck it, George Bush is abominations
Spoken to us by the prophet Daniel
Here`s some instruction for the hood, I wrote down
Call a project manual, rule 1: get arms
And don`t share what`s spoken up inside the circles
To outsiders, I don`t know why, I know what I know is right
But trust me, dog, guide our providers, rule 2: find out who`s who
See Judas hung around Jesus, you don`t want the same thing to happen to you
Rule 3: fuck storing food, ask for nothing, take what you need
Reality, real warriors bleed, believe me, Ghetto Jesus
Seize this, rule 4: they are no more rules, Cash Rules
What you take us for? (That`s Wu-Tang) Some muthafuckin` fools?
I got a celestial gun that clap off demons
Smash on the brakes, the devil hit the dashboard screamin`
I`m a manic depressin`, I`m on paxel and zoloff
Now the hood don`t gotta say nothin`, I just took a load off
And watch me cock the sawed off
[Chorus - 2X]
[Outro: girl]
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