William Cooper - Black Market lyrics

[Intro: k**ah Priest] Yeah, knawhatimean, k**ah Priest I changed my name, man, it's Leo Angel now Knawhatimean? Yo, this is Black Market Knawhatimean? Trag', Will Cooper, yankee, knowhatimean, uh [k**ah Priest] First and foremost, we let our jobs toast, and sing bravo Drink the red wine, the sands of time, stampeded by a million broncos Through the congo, beneath the cosmos, Priest the 5th apostle I'm like Pica**o, I paint a hot flow, the canvas is your mind When you visualize, you can see it like an art show It's warm like a bullet goin' through the Pope shirt Sinkin' in the lungs of the quiet Cardinal I'm like Leonardo Da Vinci, my pen squeeze out sculptures High, like a ski Alpen, grease with my feet stretched out On a sheik sofa, turn that beat loud, I'm bout to freestyle, soldiers My rhyme show the depths, like a rich photographer in Yugoslavia To Romania, fills whole stadiums, to them Hungarians, that's done carryin' To Bulgaria, to the Balkan peninsula, the flow turn vocals into pictures The beauty is like the snow fallin' in the winter Rhymes, are like icons of h**n adicts With fiends, with their bare arms, scratchin' They palms practice, the plan that the white, can't craft to Turn our people backwards, in black hoods to Spanish Harlem The plan is Gotham, and I'm Batman, amongst these crack lands I hold revolvers, listen to the soul of Marvin To bring back the promise, it's Black Market [Interlude: William Cooper] Chill, Priest, yo chill Cuz you got William Cooper in here You know this Black Market, you got Tragedy Khadafi You got Razah the Renaissance -- [William Cooper] Stroll through the tunnels of d**h, fighting the devil Every night go to battle, squeeze that nine milli' metal Until that beat settles, plus randomly complete me Cuz they all beneath me, when night falls, we speak in tepee's My peace pipes are Philly, demons grill me It takes a proverb and a chronic herb to thrill me I keep pennin' for a moment, second amendment, I own it Just give me a minute, I'm zonin', like Pagan prisons, I'm thronin' Say my name, vision a Roman, the Trojan spittin' on omens My slogan never have a slow gun, trust no one But Market fam, you know it's on, when the flag market's land Stick it in the soil, we only toast with the loyal [Interlude: Hell Razah] Drink up, breadren, get off the grounds, break bread Uh-huh, yeah, take this j**el [Hell Razah] In the hood, guns go off, advise you, to don't show off You can die in the streets, or the seat of your Porsche I seen drama back off, when you handle the boss Burn a cross on the White House porch, with no remorse Four horses of apocalypse, hidin' politics Common sense, where the poor's oppress, a prophet is He maybe live in a project crib, the more hard livin' it is Mothers be abortionin' kids, birth control The few will make it, most of them fold I'mma break it when it's cold, or a tissue to a runny nose And when we die, is the answer that God knows Til then, tell the angel of d**h, he's no threat Jesus wept, when Lazarus left, he got vexed He symbolic to that parable, follow the footsteps Ain't no tellin' what felon could die in the hood next [Interlude: k**ah Priest] Yeah baby, Black Market, lift ya gla** [Tragedy Khadafi] Yeah, why some sinners got the hood wroten I'm outspoken, the general's spittin' minerals At criminals lotust, allow me to catch your attention Focus on the next dosage, smokers and dopers In the hood where it's hopeless, thus he has arrived The black prince, now, will he survive, yeah, son I don't know cuz I'm bent, it said his mom was a virgin And his pops was a carpenter, good with his hands And nice with the revolvers, and a brown skinned complexion Wooly hair, man with twelve k**ers, live n***as They met up in Times Square, true story, how you know God? Cuz I was right there, we broke bread Bliss me three times, I held my head, said my disciples Will soon have me dead, that's when the D's rushed through Yo, pardon you, reached under my cougi robe, and grabbed my God-U They was comin' through like Nazareth Jews, yo, I was through [Interlude: k**ah Priest] Here's a toast to Black Market, ya'll [k**ah Priest] Time to time, things change, but the realer alway remain The hood, the life, Black Market, we the voice of the people Live it out, whether right or illegal, feel me?