[Lyric] Black Market Rustlers (Killah Priest & Shaka Amazulu the 7th)

[Verse 1]
I spit that gun usage
Upright position while shooting
Thug documents [?] projects infusion
Prayer carpets apartments
I traded hearts with Newton
Every nigga’s Larry King when you carry machines
You bathe in blood, beings grab you with wings
Fly away from earth
While newborns cry their way to the nurse
That was last night action
Today’s a new birth
Priest, Sha, royal trade
We run through beats like A trains run through Broadway
Gangster poetry tatted on our arm of apes
Silverback heart get splashed in the park like lakes
My bars need gates
Barb wire flow, prison rap be guarded as grеat
Whatever the god еmbrace
Headshots, you don’t have to go far to see stars in your face, nigga
[Verse 2]
Yeah it’s no telling
When you’re running in the streets, class A felons
Rhyme dons beat the clock every hour selling
Don’t put your lifeline on scales of drug dealing

[Verse 3]
Yo [?] wordplay, two five gorilla goons, [?]
Desert wolves howl at the moon
The flyest adonis, black mask, master projects
Who else but me? Most livest, Louie Vuitton ish
All praise the most exalted, supreme forces
Made-niggas and bosses, bulletproof Porsches
My life in HD minus degrees [?]
We the supreme team, reality rap gleam
Shine on ‘em, something illuminous, I’m [?]
Christ and the disciples with semiauto rifles
Bank to my [?], half-god, half-beast
Discreetly I clap heat, never let you wrap me
Queens where the goons meet, live music to move me
Far from a movie, what the streets’ll do to me

[Verse 4]
Conviction rates, criminal bait
Federal banks got the stock in the penitentiary
My [?] just about a half century
Chain gang full of chain snatchers and slain attackers
Blow trial, get hanged by the plain crackers
Pressure can make a diamond
The less evils of the DA and the prosecutor
This the jury versus Judah
[Verse 5]
World order on the Mexican border
Martial law verse the cartel sons and the daughters
Through the mask up in the formal talk to reporters
My supreme court lawyer’s a fiend and coke snorter
More longer more shorter it get than 2012
Did the Mayans really see the true ending of hell?
Or the birth of a new beginning?
I’m in tune while the planet’s spinning with a spiritual gun
I’m a alien Israelian Area 51
Top secret but not Egypt
[?] drop heat without features
Smuggle that kush through the speakers
Of course I’m my brother keeper
In these last days against FEMA
We gon’ need a street sweeper or attack [?] heat-seeker
Fuck your new sneakers, new Maybachs and chains either
9/11 ‘bout to get deeper

It’s the jury versus Judah
It’s the jury versus Judah