Free Love

[Intro: Hell Razah]

Yeah, this goes out to Brooklyn, Queens

Harlem, Shaolin, to the BX, Strong Island

Dirty Jersey, all the way to the Midwest, Miami

We gon' go all the way to the west side on this one right here

California, San Francisco, London, Amsterdam

Tokyo, Hong Kong, Jamaica, Haiti, Puerto Rico

Dominican Republic, Columbia, Brazil, throw your flags up

Black Market, so y'all could see us

Killah Priest, we're here, Tragedy Khadafi

William Cooper, Hell Razah, Bo King, Brooklyn

Yo Brooklyn was going down?

[Timbo King:]

Yeah-yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

My first name's Bo, my last name's King

I hit you in the face with a chicken wing

From a lie I should fuck you up right now

But your girl's my love and I'm wondering how

Know how to fuck, 'cause I just came to chill

I feel the beef, is charcoal ok with the grill?

Testing, you know yet we came with the vest

And the drugs, the bitches, the one's I'm caressing

Now what? You wanna pop off Jacob?

Girl I don't got the time for the lies and make-ups

[Killah Priest:]

Shootouts in block corners, cops swarming

Police riots, street's virus

Walk thru plain with .38, then put it right where you think

You blink, you could be gon', name your pain

Next thing I'm going after your expiration date

This one's for the women on Section-8

Sex is great, but I wanna educate you more

More than the cat that penetrated you more

That kind of dude gonna medicate you all

Quote it when I conversate, it's pure

Since '86 my baby inflicts, bamboo earrings

Bad jewels appearing

Coca Cola shirts, on the mic niggas know Priest goes bezerk

[Chorus: Priest]

Money makes the world go round

Black Market movement, revolution

[Hell Razah:]

'88 on the duce with our thick rope chain

Now we got a President that ship Cocaine

And can't get a chick if your whip ain't a Range

We still block party, rock games of Atari

Who went from windbreakers to rocking an Armani

When I first heard "La-li-da-di" from my man's bad copy

Trey bags of weed and red double G's

Four figurines, the era of the Kings

When Rakim came out with 'Microphone Fiend'

Poor crack fiends taught niggas how to sling

But it must have gotten too hot, burned off your wings

I'm all attitude, you need jewels to speed up

Even if you're scheming, you're thinking like a diva

Like a diva, it's deeper

[William Cooper:]

I was an emcee on the boom-box, my hip-hop lock it

Face covered with a stocking

Skating on a baseline, gun hand on my waistline

Back in '86 rope chain and white lines

And nowadays is what set you plain

The blood or grip, or what hoop you play

And you know I was a mack in 8th grade

Looking up to Cool J macking in school days

[Chorus: Priest]

So stop all the shooting, what were doing

Money makes the world go round

Black Market movement, revolution

Crack will make your girl go down

So stop all the shooting, what were doing

Money makes the world go round

[Outro: Hell Razah]

Money makes the world go round

Yeah, all the way down to Virginia

North Carolina, South Carolina

Connecticut, Renaissance Child

All our people out there in Germany

Uh-huh, Australia, all our people in Israel, Tel Aviv

All our people out there in Egypt

Niggas had on gazelles; we see y'all, long distance

Niggas used to rock on gentians and shit

All our people out there in Sudan

Black Market baby, Yemen, Brooklyn all day

All our people out there in Iraq