Militant Minds

[Verse 1: Tragedy Khadafi] Solo releases, immaculate thesis I spit holy water, the rest of these dudes fecies Last of a dying breed, a rare species Too real for TV and video green screen Spit Harlem grand rap, virtual 3D Via Large Professor, I'm the heart of QB Pure like Black Seas, sacrificed by Sainess Lines make the Pope bow down, the art's dying Still ahead of game by judged last finalists Analyzed the resume, classics old timeless Veteran legend rhymes, circle around the Kabali Seven times infinite mind capital crimes (?) occupied Babylon guerilla don watching the world rot It's the Makdee, live and direct Alive and in flesh Militant minds, all you say [Hook: Tragedy Khadafi] Build 'em on the civilized, not the primitive kind To show and prove, every minute, and no limit or time Being timised of crime, a scrimmage to get to the finish line Ask yourself, what got you into this bond Build 'em on the civilized, not the primitive kind To show and prove, every minute, and no limit or time Truth will reflect and light with infinite shine As my syndicate align with militant minds [Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi] Say one for the trouble, two for the crumb Keep it moving like a fugitive on the run Dangerous without shooting a gun Focus, fam, close to hand be the fugitive come Twenty-five with an L, extended my sentence, jerk To repunish the Earth and allow chemist at work Devired by your country, (?) in front of me In the final hour apply power abundantly Hoodlum intelligent, the hood in him was prevalent What you could have and should have done, son, is irrelevant The result of Reagan, Bush and Gordon Gekko Scorned in the ghetto, I'm on the pooring in Metro Remind you of the warning you snoring, none the echo Concerning mortal men, and ignoring it could be death of you Vendetta in this endeavour was calling me under mic Quality is a right, lets add to the quality of life [Hook] [Verse 3: Blak Madeen] I got fam across the world, got a lot of love Got a beautiful daughter, got the (?) in blood Kids are caught up in drugs at the youngest age I prefer the Third World and hunger pains I was born and raised right here, the great Satan Belly of the beast for the 12. imam waiting Inspired by true stories Watching Bernard Hopkins' Beyond The Glory Hip hop kids makes songs that just bore me I spit war (?) It's hard to ignore me Cause when the brother rhymes I won't contradict myself in every other line Hypocrites move (?) I'll rather rhyme frontline at (?) Abu Malaika, born to do or die Leaving the deen, that's a form for suicide [Hook]