Artist: Black Market Militia f/ Gabriel Batler, Abiodun Oyemole (Last Poets), Eilan Babilon * Album: Black Market Militia Song: The Final Call Typed by: CnoEvil@CHAMBERMUSIK.com * doing background vocals [Intro: Killah Priest] My lord, hear thy prayer As we sit amongst our fathers.. [Killah Priest] From black Israelites to a liberal life, young guy from prison Fight the system, Muslim, Jews and Christian The hoodlum serving food in kitchens, politician, lawyer Judges, destroy the brothers, amongst the youngsters Dumpster, project hallways, equal more graves Add it up, since the fourth grade, minus that, from the gun claps Now divide that from the cats who ever slung crack, whoever done that To all races, faces and man, with holes in his hand He will even bracelets, or race our soul where we stand My eyes, have seen hell, between jail, and bullet shells Heard some words from the both Bushes yell It ain't kill Saddam, we build the 'Nam Close both palms, shut my eyes, then reply Old Jerusalem, we criminals, Subliminal's click Two Eilan live on, we toast to biblicial scripts, come on [Chorus: Gabriel Batler (Abiodun Oyemole)] I want you to ride it (for the shadow of death) I feel nobody (there's no one else) I read for my one's I want you to ride it (for the shadow of death) I feel nobody (there's no one else) I rise like the sun, and shine [Tragedy Khadafi] And I ain't cryin', and I ain't layin' down to dyin' If I'm lyin', you can throw me off the Mountain of Xian The law be like fuck this, trap 'em in a chair and fry 'em I write doctrines, everything I spit is a psalm Walk the hood, with holes in my feet and palms Throw on crown made of ice, millennium Christ I bled with Malcolm, til the struggle gave my life I walk through the valley of death, scroched through hell's fire Cell 33's a lot, in Elmira, grew wiser Learned my culture, from old timers Dark conscious, made in an image, doing the knowledge Like, extraterrestial beings, the all seeing Out the sun roof screamin', clappin' the mack demon My success is a journey, not a destination of faces Snakes layin' in waiting, congrogatin' with Satan Days of Gamora, need more, some water, I'm shakin' My ancestors is cryin', I'm feelin' tears of the rain Baptized in the Nile, and I'm trapped in pain [Interlude: Killah Priest (Abiodun Oyemole] The Black Market (tact!) The Black Market (tact!) [Outro: Abiodun Oyemole] As it was in the beginning So shall it be in the end As we walk through the shadows of death We'll find a way to win This is the last will and testament Of a light that's been dimmed Of a heart that's lost it's rhythm And attacks it's own reflection Eyes of a blind, to the beauty of themselves And souls of the so sacred, books were written Temples were built, Jesus was born In the womb of our love, for mankind And this is the last sacrament, this is the last offering The last jester, to spark the fire, to lift the spirit Before the light turns back to black Before the waves become a tidal, before the moon bleeds rivers of despair And the stars become black holes in the sky This is a final call, a final message To those who think they know, and those who don't want to know A damn thing..