Weather Report - Black Market (Live)

The year is 1994
Black market records
2001 records
Doomsday productions
Combined forces to create an unfadable click
Make way for the hounds of the underground
Feel the fury
Ha ha ha ha ha
I put my hands in my pockets
They jiggle 'cause they fulla change
Sometimes bein' broke'll make ya fall astray
But I got a better grip on myself
So I avoid gettin' played short like a elf
Bust her side bust her in the head
That white
Yoke come runnin' out his neck
I'm tryin' to stack a grip so don't let me hit this dank
'Cause if I hit this dank
I'ma shoot me a b***h
F**k it
*puff*
Bang bang
Five minutes later
The cops came
I'm settin' up shop for the black market
So if I aim at your mark a*s you're a target
Told you that I'd come but I came insane
Born braincell killas
Scramblin' n***as brains
If you gotta go you gotta go I like the six fo
I'm pullin' gta's
It ain't yo's no mo'
Then I take it and strip it down and leave nothin' but the frame
Then I'm gonna sell my cousin the gold thangs
Pop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack
Mo money mo money for black market
On the black market
Yeah
On the black market
Yeah
On the black market
Yeah
On the black market
Yeah
Creepin' move with swiftness in the dark
And ain't no stoppin'
Once a n***a start
It ain't nothin' new
Up under the sun for days and days
Under the moon
Is where I was born and raised
And doomed for life
N***a this ain't no daylight
I love it
Murderin' muthaf**kas in the night
Deuced up ready to make his mark a underground target
Hooked up with black market now peep
S**t gets deeper and deeper
Meet me
The doomstown grim reaper
And pit
Platinum
Mister doctor lynch hung
We do your a*s in good just for fun
Fifteen inches in your a*s b***h
Take it and love it
But I ain't talking bout no d**k
14 suns and moons
Somethin' you can assume
That on the 15th marks my day for doom
Buck em and f**k em with doomsday productions
Eclipse a crip if I catch you f**kin' with my grip
You'll find your a*s dead in a graveyard
And I'ma continue on my
Well if you see me chewin' baby guts locc
Would ya choke
I vomit when that teflon pierce that babys' throat
Peep me eatin' dead cock
Ya trip 'cause eatin' dead p***y clit'll make ya sick
But its that season so my reason is legit
I'm havin' fits
I've dreamed of eatin' bloody p***y clit since I was 6
I fiend for dead p***y on my d**k
I got the schitz
Meanin' I don't give a s**t about yo biatch
That n***a that's from the block killin' off that cock
So n***a
Sheeeit
Baby barbeque ribs and guts
And uh
Don't let me get to deep fryin' baby nuts
Sluts
Get ate out like a
Them crooked teeth hurt
I pull that tampax string out and straight put in work
It wouldn't work without the sick
So page a n***a quick so I can serve you some of that s**t
And have you murderin' your biatch
Violently
I've been keyed for 20 minutes and feel like killin
Loadin' that milli milli its that infant killa
N***a lynch
Mr
Doc
D o double m and hella heat
N***as unload
I need another dose of human meat
Outlive the creek
And black market death by the scene
As that n***a that n***a that nine millimeter punch you in yo spleen
You lay yo eyes up on my 4 4
And notice every curve in my strap
As them tears roll down
Flash yo life as ya fade to black
If that gat wasn't all up in yo face
Reminisce of yo folks
Yo b***h
Yo kids
Yo fate
Replace
Take it down to the south
Get deep
Think of mobs at your funeral locc
And all ya family
Huh
Its kind of crazy you could lose all of these things so quick
And what's worse
N***a shot you for the f**k of it
Yeah
Never know I'd be the one to have your life in my hand
That n***as life won't last
Keep listenin' while I guide right down into your throat
Dig that barrel in your neck
Watch your b***h a*s choke
No hope
No joke
I'm savin' you the pain of old age
All I ask for is yo muthaf**kin grip in exchange
One to the brain
In the throat out the skull
From the big chrome gat
Peeled cap relation
So
Now ya n***as know
One mo dead muthaf**ka on the street
Fo the mista doc
Locc
Straight to the brain with st
Ides brew
The black market dealt murder when they serve them foo's