BLACK MARKET MILITIA - Thug Nation lyrics

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[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 x2]

[Outro: girl]

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