Millenium Movement

[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 hell, 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, Duchess 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 whore mongers Haha, for sure, that’s a plunder [Hook]