Think Market Black Market Militia
"Think Market" by Black Market Militia, released in 2004, is a #HipHop track that critiques capitalism and societal corruption. The lyrics explore themes of economic disparity, exploitation, and resistance. Its hard-hitting beats and sharp lyricism reflect the struggles of marginalized communities, resonating with listeners seeking social justice.
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Market, gotta relax, exoticness
Yo this is it, history in the making
Killah Priest, Tragedy, and Black Market
William Booth, yo, Will, yo we gotta do this, son
Hahaha, history in the making, y'all, yeah
[Killah Priest]
Niggas wanna know what I base my theories in
Hebrew literature, face Nigerian
Black Market, we form the great pyramids
My poetry's deep, call it Shakespearean
Police harass, cuz the jury and the G I'm in
I speak on the past, Egyptian late periods
Look at my pad, misused shapes and images
Conscious lyrics, spoken through hieroglyphics
In cuneiform, the God is mystic
I'm havin', constant dreams, that I'm Constantine
Surrounded by heaven's angels, with armored wings
See dead people, needles in the arms of fiends
The messiah of the ghetto, black Madonna seed
Revolvers squeeze, crack addiction, jars of weed
Court cases, mad convictions, they followed me
Sometime, my past is hollow, but I got and dodge y'all lead
[Hook 1.5X: Killah Priest]
Back down soldiers, we blow gats
Military thoughts, we attack like silverbacks
With automatic weaponry, our needs of ammunition
We ain't come to talk, we came to handle our business
Market, gotta relax, exoticness
Yo this is it, history in the making
Killah Priest, Tragedy, and Black Market
William Booth, yo, Will, yo we gotta do this, son
Hahaha, history in the making, y'all, yeah
[Killah Priest]
Niggas wanna know what I base my theories in
Hebrew literature, face Nigerian
Black Market, we form the great pyramids
My poetry's deep, call it Shakespearean
Police harass, cuz the jury and the G I'm in
I speak on the past, Egyptian late periods
Look at my pad, misused shapes and images
Conscious lyrics, spoken through hieroglyphics
In cuneiform, the God is mystic
I'm havin', constant dreams, that I'm Constantine
Surrounded by heaven's angels, with armored wings
See dead people, needles in the arms of fiends
The messiah of the ghetto, black Madonna seed
Revolvers squeeze, crack addiction, jars of weed
Court cases, mad convictions, they followed me
Sometime, my past is hollow, but I got and dodge y'all lead
[Hook 1.5X: Killah Priest]
Back down soldiers, we blow gats
Military thoughts, we attack like silverbacks
With automatic weaponry, our needs of ammunition
We ain't come to talk, we came to handle our business
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