Artist: Black Market Militia
Album:  n/a
Song:   Fistful of Dollars
Typed by: DaSun Akbar

(Intro) Priest
Yeah, it's that dozer, it's that dozer
Killah Priest, Black Market, yeah
Priest, Tragedy Khadafi, Black Market y'all
Smoke back nigga; lay back, Razah, everybody
Smoke one of this, uh, yeah, smoke one up
Light that dozer, feel this one, uh, yeah

[Killah Priest]
Mad niggas looking dump like they're vegetables
Like they didn't know the Market was next to blow
Mad bodies in the ground 'cause of 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 strays of ghetto
Lots of crooks, lots of jukes, but it made me thoro
Look, a lot of 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, live life and less bliss

(Chorus) Priest X2
If it goes down with the Lord then we ride together
From the tats to the beams, squeeze them .9 beretta's
For the love, 'til the blood, Black Market for life
'Til 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, playing, loving, in the zone
So they leaned on the basement 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
And my cumming state I couldn't really do the math
All I remember is a million of us moving through one shaft
Racing, 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 or 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 or to get rid of me

(Interlude) Priest
But you're here god, that's word, Black Market


(Chorus) Priest X2