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[intro] k!llah priest
yeah, it’s that doulja, it’s that doulja
k!llah priest, black market, yeah
priest, tragedy khadafi, black market y’all, william cooper
smoke back n~gga; lay back, razah, everybody
smoke one of this, uh, yeah, smoke one up
light that doulja, feel this one, uh, yeah
[k!llah priest]
mad n~ggas lookin’ dumb like they’re vegetables
like they didn’t know the market was next to blow
mad bodies in the ground cuz the tek’s i hold
debts y’all owe to the og’s of qb
to bk, apartment 4~d
lord please save my body from the crazy ghetto
lotta crooks, lots of jooks, but it made me thoro
look, a lotta cats know the kid is nice
this goes out to those kids doing bids for life
hip~hop’s my book; i need a beat to write
the truest words of the project
what i do on the curb ~ corners is like a compass
i find myself on ’em, the name priest
but i’ma make this brief
my soul will keep, if i should die around my way
have the whole precinct surround by case
ak’s and sk’s, living life and less bliss
[chorus] k!llah priest x2
if it goes down wit the lord then we ride together
from the tats to the bings, squeeze them nine berretta’s
for the love till the blood, black market 4 life
till we’re martyrs, fist of dollars when we’re throwing them dice
[tragedy khadafi]
yo, i existed many years in the light
but one night an x chromosome wanted to get its physical right
so we hollered at a y chromosome, she was all alone
he envisioned the mission, planting love in the zone
so they leaned on the bas~m~nt door, heart’s racing
she was shaking and the penetration was raw
in the darkness two bodies took on one shape
she had a cycle every month, but somehow it was late
in my current state i couldn’t really do the math
all i remember is a million of us moving thru one shaft
racin’ to them oval shape, the end of the path
i had love for all of us, but knew i couldn’t be last
the other cells faded, i was here, i finally made it
first stage, blood and fluid where my life incubated
took on an alien form in the third month
around the fifth and sixth month i developed my lungs
in the form holding me was seventeen years young
maybe that’s the reason why a mother wouldn’t consider me
matter of fact she even tried a force and to get rid of me
[k!llah priest]
but you’re here god, that’s word, black market!
[chorus] k!llah priest x2
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