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letra de millenium movement - blak madeen & tragedy khadafi

[verse 1: blak madeen]
they call me abu malaika, the microphone fiend
who’s only (?) to blak or madeen
speaking in the beam wearing camouflage
and the kofi on stage like a man of god
god, i planned my heart
once in a lifetime obligation for my wife and i
i’m on the mic divine, always saying something
so i pray as i wait for the day of judgment
like david ruffen i’m a calming man
i stay calm, knotting up the palm on my hands
make dua to allah, and i don’t trust no man
but he devil and obama wanna bomb iran
you got a army, fam
but knowledge of qur’an
so we can get close to allah we call upon
(?) is a fraud, they can’t promise you a job
but heaven and in h-ll, there’s a promise there is a god

[hook]
my death may be a tragedy, my life will be a triumph
bow down, great god
wise words being quoted
keep the weakness in the rap game
my death may be a tragedy, my life will be a triumph
bow down, great god
hoping that he’s listening
pay attention

[verse 2: tragedy khadafi]
i move like hannibal’s army, soldiers around me
mike x caliber swords, the streets crown me
maseratis banging my album, i’ll play loudly
wiser than solomon, the hood just astounds me
police move in demon form, that’s when the heat is on
if you a g then you relate to what i’m speaking on
blood, sweat, and tears
henny, d-ch-ss and beers
clouds the brain of a young g pressured by peers
but i’ll die for the same thing i ride for
like huey in the black panther party, proud war
some claim to live it and hug the sky for
it might seem (?), i’m a rare creature
‘cause al frames on my features on moment it seizes
jesus moving in street form
verbally deep, or synonymous tracks god that teach on
poetic prophet, toxic when i drop it
like a (?) on the world how i lock it

[hook]

[verse 3]
of the microphone i ask ya, who’s the master
me, myself and i isolation and annihilating the jewish factor
a piece of happiness and procedure the rapture
computer hacker
the future got done wrapped up
refuse to fall victim to the jungle, disgruntle
though the kids humble
where were the canary the tip of colombo
my cyphers free of suckers, and the streets is ruckus
no piece without justice, should i reach out for a muscat?
knowing no weapon which is greater
they trying to get the best of me, neighbor
while destiny awaits us
adding to the disaster, i’m the recipe to haters, save her
getting off my chest, b, directly from the waist up
a forced marriage
no man can never ever sever no (?)
i’ll settle the score and numbers
can’t afford to slumber, or to ignore the hunger
you won’t catch me eating a feasting among wh0r- mongers
haha, for sure, that’s a plunder

[hook]

- blak madeen tragedy khadafi

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