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