[Hell Razah:]
I was taught when you hustle stack money for bail
And you can tell who's a flop by their first week's sales
So I move on the streets what you do in a week
Underneath all that makeup all these niggas is sweet
I'm the next Carmelo out in New York ghetto
And I don't mean I'm only hot in five boroughs
Too many artists out there now that's not thorough
Where it if the shoes fits
I produce hits of poetry for acoustics
It's like the game is a pool stick
The white ball got us blackballed
With eight balls in the corner pockets
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Yeah... R.A.Z.A.H.
Do the Grey Goose dance, baby
Yo, run to the bar real quick
Everybody put they glass in the air...
Drink with me, uh-huh, we gon' smoke tonight
And probably fuck up ya hair, baby
I want two ladies to one nigga, right now
What it take you a week, I do in one take, let's go
[Hell Razah:]
This for the mami's with the gorgeous bodies, who barely go to parties
My sweet lion is love, from out the wild safari
And we can never copy, Whitney or being Bobby
Parking lot pimping, here's a hard Ferrari
She like Jamaican sands, tanning to Bob Marley
I'm into old jams, but I ain't Steve Harvey
I'm more like, probably, a young Marcus Garvey
I respect queens, don't disrespect the hotties
My independent ladies, single and got babies
Keeping they legs closed, while brothers in the Navy
And brothers locked up, around the late eighties
Ain't coming home soon, could make a switch move
Catch a full moon, bitchy attitude
The way the booty move, could make the wise fooled
She got a mind brighter, than any prized jewel
She got a mind brighter, than any prized jewel
[Chorus x4: Hell Razah]
She be my sleeping beauty, mami, I'm yours truly
Gucci bandana, you know it's Razah Rubies
[Hell Razah:]
You know how it goes, raise up, man handle hoes
Who pose up in the club, with they camel toe
I'm on the dance floor, puffin' to Biggie, with two wizzes with me
Who love to kiss, like Madonna and Britney
I'm bugging, it's like the whole game thinking they 50
You plotting to come and get me, son, I'm taking you with me
Everybody on these mixtapes thinking they straight
My piranha's don't go for the bait, they go for ya face
Ductape rappers, make 'em open the safe
Homicide any bitches who testify
Royal got the keys, so nobody can't open the safe
Your beats is lame, your rhymes is trash, I just laugh
Niggas lucky that a record label found your ass
Do the math on my first week sales, I ring bells
Got fans in Japan, to France, to Israel
Even ATL, L.A., back to BK, yea
[Chorus x4]
[Hell Razah:]
I run through players like Ray Lewis, vestes, I spray through it
Get mad cash like I'm half Jewish
I only spit that embambing fluid, be on the con, do it
Getting sucked off to calm music
Move units like Rod Stewart, and you get robbed to it
The undisputed rap Joe Lewis
My heart cold like eskimos, I give ya chest some holes
Unless you air out some extra flows
Bank account need extra O's, no extra hoes
It's more stress that'll test my soul
Even older niggas know me, go and give me my props
Cause my game pull divas like Vivica Fox
Backwoods, by the boxes, man, I got lots of fans
It's God's will when ya glock get jammed
I'm not the Clan, but I rhyme, like you signed 9 members
Raz' a Maccabee, G.G., do remember
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Hell Razah]
Pull ya coats down...
Don't hate... haha... yeah...
What it take you a week, I do in one take
[Intro: Killah Priest]
I, Ghetto Jesus, speak to you from the Maccabee Militia
Since 1776...
[Chorus: Killah Priest (Heart)]
When you surfing on your Internet... (nowhere to run)
Or turn on your T.V. set... (nowhere to hide)
On the back of your dollar bill... (all on my own)
Send your boy out to Porter's field (they just gon' watch)
When you talk on your cellular phone... (eyes all around me)
When you think that you all alone... (pausing me)
While you sitting at your job desk... (wherever I go)
Or you in front of your projects... (they are watching me)
[Hell Razah:]
I gotta, threw on my silencer, my hoodie go over my yarmulke
I'm a conquerer, they honor us saints with a harmonica
We sing songs, like the Book of Psalms
Seven stars in our palms, I say shalom
Before I talk to my moms, with Genesis
Tattooed on my arms, my skin bronzed
Woolie hair, don't stare in my eyes, they firey
We the Maccabee dynasty, check our diary
God guiding me, even though, hell is watching me
Satellite's x-raying your life, they know the flavors of rice
At nighttime, hear your prayers to Christ
Watching, got the key to the doors you locking
Who supply all the keys and the guns, you copping
Watching, every move that you make, recorded on tape
This ain't Enemy of the State, they watching
Got channels, with antennas, that catscan us
Looking for the answers of our ancestors
Airports got metal detectors
So I travel in a thought, where they can't catch us...
[Chorus]
[Killah Priest:]
Like stares of echo, when I talk, you can see white frost
I be there by your side, when you turn the lights off
I'm like a ghost, no post, that beast in his body
Just the voice of Malcolm X, to Marcus Garvey
To Ennis Cosby, watch me, when inches my eyes see them
Like I'm looking through God's lens, my dark skins turn leopards
My eyes roll back of my head, then I deliver the message...
From the angels to an agent, to the politicians to a prophet
What I write is sacred, it's like man on a stand
And his life that he's faced with, the year '94, month March
Day 14th, I'm somewhere in the park in Fort Greene
Cops they drive past slow, look me dead in my eyes
Like we both know, I'm bout to set a revolt
Checking everybody through weed smoke
This that hood shit, but these niggas will start riots
Talking cocktail bombs, fuck starting a fire
My nigga J.R., knocked down a horse, with police still on it
Smiled, said he do this for sport
We laughed, time passed, and I ain't see him since
Seen no collector's cash, and push weed through a fence
Next thing you know, his body pops up in a ditch
Who did it? Know the cops, but they wouldn't admit... why?
[Chorus]
[Timbo King:]
What the eyes see, what the ears hear, the mind believes
Buck at these, I'm running through the P's
Top of the watchtower, overlooking the view
Now anything come through, we chew
Four corner the market, mob the stool, my father's jewel
Fuck the judicial, municipal, I slap bells off of justice face
Supreme Court can't just a case, I got eyes in back of my head
I see the past and the present, before and after my essence
Look, first, I'm a crook, first
Under surveillence, the feds wanna zoom in
At my goon men, who be ruling... yeah
My Militia consist of gorillas and lions
In the pits of the fire, in the middle of Zion
Go to war like David, when he stoned Goliath
In, front of the projects, the phones is wired
Watch you, park your truck, then strip your tires
I see dead people living in a jail inviting
Closed caption, widescreen, R. Kel' with minors
Say cheese, I'm a send his picture over seas
So they can see the same disease, and the air we breath
3D vision, you see them three d's listening
Carpet and son, you see me fishing, free my vision...
Free my vision...
[Chorus]
[Outro: Hell Razah]
24 hours, we being recorded on tape
Every move we make... going to get money from the banks
Going to get food out the score
Going to get gas... anything we fucking do right now
[Intro: Hell Razah]
GGO, Ghetto Government Official
Uh... what's that? Aiyo Data I'm a body you on this one
Little niggaz tappin' into the chamber
These fake niggaz wanna be me, son
They're tryin' to clone me
Tryin' to clone ya homie
Word, yo, yo...
[Hell Razah:]
It all started with 'Preme
Back in '91, fresh on the scene
Mad Mob was the team of our Red Hook dream
We used to gun sling, get CREAM of a drug fiends
In the hallway, roll weed, the sunflower seeds
Thirteen when I lost my moms
Fourteen I got locked with Twin, we when to Spotford then
Fifteen they took one of my men, that was Glen
In the building, back then my pain began
Trebag had the fame of the pen, he must of seen I could win
I used to break dance, the mad little spins
So he taught me and Sunny to write
Up in my lab late nights, rollin' dice, him, Supreme and Mike
We was live and direct to Da Last Future
For my first rhyme, now 4th my producer
Had a style that my projects wasn't used to
Started hangin' with them drug dealers and them boosters
Up in John J rappin' in school hallway
I got mad ass, even ask Foxy and Gav
Had the hall on smash then I linked with 'Bazz
We used to build, front dash about fuckin' with Wu
Me and 7th did 'Livin' In Hell'
Pressed up independent, not knowin' if the record would sell
Rae' and Ghost made 'Heaven & Hell', when I was hearin' it
Meanwhile we thinkin' it was all coincidence
'Mental Combat', the b-side, style battle rap
I was rated X, next heard 'Meth Vs. Chef'
Not to notice I was snake bitten
Sunz of Man did this track with the RZA 'As It Was Written'
Before Nas came out with 'It Was Written'
Same time 'Verbal Intercourse' started hittin'
[Outro: Hell Razah]
Hahahah... that's what's crackin'
Razah Rubies, young veteran
You know me, son, straight up
Got purple hearts over ya favorite MC
Straight up, y'all niggaz need to rewind that shit
Niggaz, 'bout to 'ttack you with what's in my book for a long time
Check out who I'm talkin' about
We a bunch of crazy-ass niggaz
Yea, smoke that weed...
Yea, you can't fuck with the kid
It's right, little homie
Drink that Grey Goose...
[Intro: Razah]
Yeah, take 'em back Raz' (Maccabeeeeez!)
You know what I'm saying?
This for my niggas that's just coming home
Been locked down since like '91 and shit
You know what I'm saying?
(Hood shit for niggas that's left up in the projects
Hell Razah, Priest and Timbo, we're the Prophets)
Bugging the fuck out, but this what it is
[Hell Razah:]
They wanna lock rap stars inside the Solar System
I hear the souls of victims
Inside my SONY headphones when I'm recording wisdom
It's like the distorted vision or just my intuition
Saying I'm Digital Dope musical or drug addiction
I'm sorta futuristic for all the youth convicted
That gotta walk like Christ before the Crucifixion
You gotta get permission before you use the Smithing
I might stick the dog that they use for bomb sniffing
I be the mortician that bury bodies different
How is Hip-Hop dead if you gon' choose to listen?
He be a veteran shown like Con Edison
Too much power I blackout, I'm better than
Y'all follow blueprints throwing your two cent
My movement is new sense, blowing that blue spiff
My music remind you of a '86 dude's flick
I'm SHAFT with a toothpick and something that's ruthless
And roofless and new kicks, only exclusives
While two bars are two bricks, I'm back in the booth bitch!
The truth is Razah got the hottest and new shit
Recoup-less, niggas wanna get on some group shit
You're married to the game better find you a new chick
That contract you just signed I'm wiping my shoes with
Yeah, 'Renaissance Child'
Y'all niggas and ya fucking bullshit ass deals
Ayo welcome to the Renaissance
[Hook: Razah]
Hood shit for niggas that's left up in the projects
Hell Razah, Priest and Timbo, we're the Prophets
Niggas, y'all niggas know what it is, yeah
You know what I'm saying? Black Market
'Renaissance Child', coming soon
Priest's Offering, coming soon
Timboktu, street university baby
Maccabeez, Black Market part 2
J. Ronin these niggas know they ain't rolling with us son
So we rolling over these niggas son
Uh-huh, what? Hood shit, project shit
[Hell Razah:]
It ain't all hood when niggas laid up in that Oakwood
When dope stopped selling, we was hoping that coke would
We voted for the Reagan's not thinking he Satan
In a suit with a toupee, a smile and a facelift
It's just law, we don't fuck with it, formers violate
Hope your pops got you life insurance
Next year, got to close me a Nike endorsement
You ain't hot, matter fact you got a wack performance
They betrayed me for taxes like Judas, Brutus and Cassius
You wanna walk through the future with your head on backwards
Nine stages of Hell when you enter the realm
Overwhelmed by anxiety watch the prophecy
I'm an odyssey to niggas who think they're hot as me
This is Razah's inferno, rest could be internal
And you could put that in your diaries and journals
[Hook: Hell Razah]
It's Razah, ya'll not fucking with Razah
It's Razah, ya'll not fucking with Razah
It's Razah, ya'll not fucking with Razah
It's Razah, ya'll not fucking with Razah
[Killah Priest:]
When I spit, it's hieroglyphs on the CD disc
Papyrus this so silence missed that God's pierced wrist
It's like King Tut once my ink touch
Studios clouded 'cause cats around me smoke that green stuff
Plus I got y'all magnetised all in my flow
In the sea, watch the captain while you fall in the road
The poet of the projects, the conqueror of the streets
The apostle show you gangster paradise when I speak
I sleep, my mouth still moving, I'm talking to angels
Spirit fly, embraced by God and I sit with them saints too
I paint jewels, fuck writing rhymes
I take the pen and swipe across
So y'all see apostles and niggas on sidewalks
'Til y'all see bodies down, all lined in white chalk
I spit 'The Offering', the gift coming soon
[Hell Razah:]
Put all your banks [? ], fall back watch me get in my zone
I ain't like pop off yet and already been cloned
Young Christ when I write, niggas picking up stones
And New York be the modern day Rome
Sit in my throne like King David
I'm most hated but I still made it
And you're a flop, that been overrated
See I ain't plugged into 'The Matrix '
Or smoke weed with the smiling faces
It's either Heaven or we Hell Razing
Holding hostages and gun waving
Tell Bush no negotiating because they still owe reparations
I'm underground where there's train stations
From my brain there be no replacements
Another dollar every hour that your eye blinking
Free the slaves, black Abe Lincoln
Only things that's my pants hanging
And be with killers that be gangbanging
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
We 'In Da Streetz', y'all industry
I ain't tryna see no record label pimping me
And I don't really give a fuck if you ain't feeling me
I still got fucking record labels feeling me
We 'In Da Streetz', y'all industry
I ain't tryna see no record label pimping me
I don't really give a fuck if you ain't feeling me
I still got model sisters wanna sleep with me
[Hell Razah:]
I got him scared, can't sleep with a gun in his palm
I got my arrow from Yemen, who be wiring bombs
Big guns, when we use them that be shaking your arms
Feds studying the tape like it came from Saddam
Your Uncle Tom ass niggas, knowing y'all feel us
Have my killers come through the block and rob your dealers
Run up in his label, smack his A&R;
'Cause he seeing kickback while he is kick the wack bars
I'll make you a star, get you scars and some bullet wounds
Put you on the table in the operating room
My scope got view and it zoom from a rifle
It's Maccabee militant, project survival
A tat to a scripture on my arm from the bible
And make 'Rebel Music' for snipers to ride to
Son of Castro, my pops had an afro
Now I be a prophecy cooking up a crack flow
Back like '88, sheepskins and rope chains
Do it like [? ] did it to the coke game
Ball in Cadillac's, play Johnny Coltrane
[Hell Razah:]
I try to stay out of drama, give my life to the Heavenly Father
'92 we had fetish for them heavy revolvers
We die like martyrs, underground call me Osama
Playing siege like a farmer off of physical karma
Spiritual armour, bring me more Medals of Honour
I'm not your average MC, son, my level is sharper
My ghetto is smarter, children of them biblical authors
Abraham, Lord Sheik must continue the saga
Revelations to a nine proved that Christ was darker
Than the paintings on your walls in your living room halls
Tattooed on your arms, on your chains and charms
Tell mom's that I love her God for singing me songs
[instrumental]
[Hell Razah:]
Let's take it back to army jackets and rolling phillies
When crack willies was the only cats with 9 millis
We used to cut school, hit the city, fucking with young chickies
Snuck in the movies free and feel their titties
Run in Macy's with a mob with me, taking whatever's pretty
Sell it for half price and buy a fifty
Cab rides to the Alibi, back to the hallway
Old gold 40's we mix with the E&J;
House party's got shot up, lucky we that we ain't stay
Heard homie got bodied for something that he ain't say
In my PJ's on Red Hook Day, I was the main event
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Bad person, in the underworld
The bad persons are the bad egg
A bad news, a bastard, a black sheep, the black god
All the vagabonds, thieves, the bums, the mask of the cowards
Villains, the criminals, the scoundrels, robbers, the racketeerers
The Angel said...
[Killah Priest:]
Look at the killers, dealers, scramblers, hustlers, pimp
Tho lives are running, police coming, gunning, jumping over fences
Hide in trenches, fight, defenses, ducking bullets
This is that hood shit, show more footage, speak from pulpits
(Fellow Americans, you are now under a new era, A New World Order)
We're all the same as Angels, watching, ain't no stopping
Sky's crack, You lie back, watch, you're in, burning skin, turning in
Hell bound, hell hound, with scales down, 'til their tails ground
Chasing us, barking, we're darking, dropping revolvers in the apartments
Here comes the Marksmen up the stair case, I start busting backwards
Slipping, where is the Pastor? Too many distractions, 9/11
Signs from Heaven, find a weapon, AK, SK, HK's, MK
Mayday, mayday, mayday, rocket launchers, my project's bonkers
We sold drugs 'til it's over, it's time to close up
Yup, let's go, closure, judgment day, thugs will spray
Devil's is running, 'cause they'll realize something worse then Hell is coming
A black bird burning down until it turns to a fire breathing dragon
[Chorus x2: Killah Priest]
Look at the things we done, (OH MY, MY, MY)
We live like dangerous, (JUST DRY YOUR EYES)
Until the Angels come, (OH MY, MY, MY), for us
[Killah Priest:]
It seems like, a giant hologram of the President's head above my projects
Or the night crawling down like a Panther, from a tree where the fog sets
Where you hear whisper out from the darkness, like we've survived
Yo, yo, come here, shorty, shorty, shorty, come here, come here
I got something here for you; Priest beloved, immortal
Travel through portals, behold the Pharaoh before you
I was once a radical poor dude that stood on the corner
Teaching blacks that we're the Lost Jews
Why? 'Cause my people's were deprived of Yale and Law Schools
Now they walk around with a head full of lost screws
Neva been into rabbit's foots or horse shoes
Or superstitions trying to make me lose my vision
Look up, the Nukes are in position
[7th Ambassador:]
Repute the system-our people are too conditioned
Too persistent, many will come, a few will listen
Razah, Priest, and Obadiah, a new dimension, chose your henchmen's
Crucial business, lunaticing, 'til the roots of lineage
[Chorus x2]
[Hell Razah:]
We're surrounded by... Births, abortions, churches, organs
Don't bury me; these Romans will only dig up my coffin
We was orphans who was born into wars and slave auctions
(KKK) Better pray for the day they burnt them cross
We're the spooks who threw them torches up inside the Bush's office
Wicked forces, Kissed their daughters and sons
And take precaution, now the Priest released this Offering
Renaissance, we're born again, my pen drip the ink for the sinks
Blood of the Sphinx, kissed my eye, wool on his head
While I feed him unlevened bread
Point the infrared on enemies who wish to see me dead
The Pope opened up and read... "Revelations" Then he blared:
"I met an Angel" and he said To drop the gun that's on my leg
[Killah Priest:]
I rolled up out of my bed, walked on synagogue floors
My house, Cathedrals, ceilings with Egyptian walls
My diner room, Last Supper style, twelve chairs with King Tut cuts
Cave bathrooms and medieval towels
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Killah Priest w/ distorded voice]
Ha, ha, ha, ha, where are you're going? You ain't going nowhere
Bring your asses to me, you're coming with me tonight
Ha, ha, ha, ha, you're coming with me
1And I saw an angel come down from heaven, having the key of the bottomless pit
And a great chain in his hand. 2And he laid hold on the dragon, that old serpent,
Which is called the Devil, and Satan, and bound him for a thousand years, 3And cast him into
The bottomless pit, and shut him up, and set a seal upon him, that he should deceive
The nations no more, till the end of a thousand years be fulfilled: (Rev. 20:1–3 KJV).
Ha, ha, so where do you think you're going nigga? Where do you think you're going nigga?
Where do you think you're running to nigga? You're coming with me, all your asses are coming with me
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I own you, I own you for a thousand years, Till The Angels Come
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you rappers, you sold your fucking life for over to me you bastards
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, This is the stroll for the apocalypse, you bastards
'Nah'mean?, so while you're walking in your motherfucking cars, sexing these bitches
[Intro: Hell Razah]
One-two, one-two, girl you could hear me?
one-two, turn me up
[Verse 1: Hell Razah]
I've been a threat since Benetton Gazelles in Valleys
The Icon in graffiti in the Brooklyn Alley
Touch hearts of the Pharaohs in the Egypt Valley
My Engineer can't see me 'cause the booth is cloudy
Still rowdy even though we in BM's and Audis
Lookin like black Saudis in black Denalis
I'ma terrorist attack when I get on the track
If I'm ridin' shotgun, I need one in my lap
I adapt in any habitat, a BK desert rat
It's war, then we sendin' back bodies and gats
Flip the white flag, homey it get worst than Iraq
We know the CIA game was to frame us wit crack
So each bar's more dope, heroin in my pen
Got a ?Marvin? back robbin', head 'noddin again
Who you shit on to get on top could make it pop in the end
Who's the flop and what's hot got you locked in the Gym
Tell Jacob I spit Jewels I could drop 'em a Gem
And if he's lookin' for a Diamond I could hook 'em wit Timbs
[Hook: Timbo King] & (Hell Razah)
I'm hip-hop before +Suger Hill+ signed a deal
Before Studio 54 poppin' pills
It was real when +Kool Herc+ worked the wills of steel
Now we bring the game back into a New York field
I'm hip-hop before +Suger Hill+ signed a deal
Before Studio 54 poppin' pills
I'm hip-hop - (since +EPMD+ +You Gots to Chill+)
I'm hip-hop - (since +Bestie Boys+ +Licensed to Ill+)
[Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo, I'm Christopher Wallace wit street knowledge
Apostle of the project
Speakerbox wit the G-Packs stuffed in a G's closest
I'm tenement Buildings, cement streets, I'm British Walkers
I'm scuff marks on your brand new Alize
5% Nation of Godbodies greetin' wit peace
I'm raw like Kane, my lyrics are formed in solid rock
Spit it hotter than '86 on drug infested blocks
Last photo of 'Pac before his Beamer got shot
I'm the Queens, one man Supreme Team
Triple beam dream, microphone cream fiend
Top five dead or alive, I'm so amazin'
2-5 costra nostra, heart of this culture
The game ain't over
I'm the truce troop war reporter, legal life stick you
Against All Odds, not the ordinary shit you use to
I'm C-Murder before the life sentence
Predicate felons, homicide chasin' niggaz, hopin' over benches
[Hook: Timbo King]
I'm hip-hop before +Suger Hill+ signed a deal
Before Studio 54 poppin' pills
It was real when +Kool Herc+ worked the wills of steel
Now we bring the game back into a New York field
I'm hip-hop
[Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Yes oh yes, I guess, suggest the rest you fess
I'm Tribe Quest, I'm Moe Dee Wild West
Treach, 40, Jazz Jeff, Slick Rick, I'm Doug Fresh
I'm deaf, I'm Canibus before he met Wyclef
Original, I don't bite
I don't need nobody to GhostWrite
Kool G Rap strike the Mic
I Recite the type of hype
That you like, I'm Sweetback
I'm Uptown Saturday Night
I'm Black Ceasar, I'm Rudy Ray Moore, Dolemite
I'm an Assassin rappin'
I'm Grand Wizard Theodore when he invented scratchin'
I'm Wu-Tang, Killa Bee, epitome of Public Enemy
Gamblin', Hustlin', like Smooth and Trigger be bitter, b
Bums diggety-diggety, Das
Literally, I'm Pun in the middle of Little Italy
Didn't do diddly, gettin' me
Listen to me
I'm all good, I'm hood
I'm Ice Cube before he turned soft and went Hollywood
I'm Poetic from Gravediggaz
I'm ODB, I'm Headquarters
I'm Ted Demme, I'm Paul C
If I ain't better than B.I.G., I'm the closest
I'm Richard Pryor before multiple sclerosis
I'm beef, I'm gold teeth, peace
Mantronix, Stetasonic, Symbolic, Bambaata, Soul Sonic
I'm Dre, the Chronic
Melodic with logic Islamic
A poverty prophet
Economy robbery, cock it
I probably properly droppin'
It gotta be honesty
Opposite a novelty, rock it
I Herbie Hancock-it
I'm Onyx Throwin' Ya Gun
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Hell Razah and the Tribe of Judah, man vs. computer
We be them young Israelite rulers
Black jews with them German lugers, we Da Last Future
It's gon' take a whole world to move us
[Lazarus:]
The biochemical equation, six points, the day of invasion
Blitz Beverly Hills, murder caucasions
I'm like Joshua and came in, I'm like Malcolm
Before the pilgrimage, my main men braindead
Psychotic, fiber optic
Sub-atomic, Israelite rockets
Raised by the peasants and the prophets, fathers of the black Arab Islamic
I drop jewels, they say it's non sense
Fuck the radio, they try deceive I
That's why I keep seven quotes, the son of Levi
Fucked up since I was knee high
So now my brain's ran over with Remy, Allah's deep mind
Fuck it, ask the pastor, where's the collection?
Before I put the Smith & Wessing, in his mid section
Wild like dirty bitches in the projects
Popping pills like old timers
Hair wrapped like I'm Osama, no conscience
I was born feet first
So many niggas crossed me, so I'm thinking bout me first
Fuck the world, I was blessed with two little girls
So ya'll niggas ain't gotta like me
But fucking with me is unlikely
I'm like the black Christ, until my last day strike me
It's the prophet, nigga
[Hell Razah:]
If God is intelligence, I'm Hannibal riding on elephants
Burn up the body parts, leave no evidence
We build the alter for the head of your presidents
We getting pharaoh's necks like it was Exodus
Warriors of Babylon, threats of atom bombs
Tatted my arms, like Aztecs, Mexican dons
King David wrote my favorite song, when I think of that song
They change faces like the hatred is gone
All the reviews in magazines rated me wrong
Take America to court without supporting Saddam
Shoot at the son of Hitler, while I'm saying Shalom
It's no peace without warfare, you getting my crosshairs
No fear, I wrote this inside your pope's chair
With a cold beer, all of my bars is sincere
Burn L's with the Eloheim's, young Idi Amin
We take money like we see through your jeans
You got a bank card, we'll walk you to the ATM machine
And talk him out his chain, and that watch, and them rings
Been a king since Joseph and modern Egypt
Condoleeza, got me on that silence heaters
Throw a mask on, and ride on ya congress leaders
Black Fenitians that speak English, bless the four regions
We came from continents with God's teachings
We used to trade guns, now we using 'em, the same ones
That was slaves in Jerusalem, I kick the truth for them killas
[Intro:]
They wanna know why...
Hell Razah became Heaven Razah
For ten years I gave you Hell Razah
You know?
That was the younger side of me
That was the material side
That was the... the flesh
Now I'm gon' give you the Heaven Razah
That's the spiritual side
That's the man side
The six-point star in me
So I'm a let the halo glow
And I'm a let my wings go up
And I'm a take you with me
[Hell Razah:]
Until the chariots' swing low
I got an Elohim glow with Zechariah eyes
Dreams in the UFO
I've been to hyperspace, cosmic angelic mode
Hypothetically we speaking in schematic code
It's all Kemetic connected because we magnetic
My woolly hair's electric
My energy is halo, my energy is fatal
More militant then NATO
If I was born in the past I would of inspired Plato
I'm independent, only signing to God's label
The double-minded is unstable, they're prenatal
So I'm detaching your spinal cord for free cable
With a cesarean cut below Eve's naval
My seven Chakra's rotate around like helicopters
Then I'll reverse with Kabbalah curses of witch doctors
That sent the Queen of the Damned by the name Akasha
She sip poisonous vodka listening to dark opera
Infidelity lust but I don't trust nada
Since the Gay Boule merge with CIA
They killed the image of Pac and gave you Kanye
From my bottom to my 33rd vertebrate
I gotta pray before I end up with a murder case
But if I'm destined I'm more desperate then Led Zeppelin
I'm one-two-steppin' until it's Armageddon
But recommended, no pun intended, you get offended
I'm a take you to Heaven
[Outro:]
Put on your axe not helmet
Be ready
10-01-76
History!
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Yeah... yeah...
Yeah... Hell Razah... a/k/a... the Renaissance Child
Razah Rubies, the Rabbi
I wanna give a special thanks to everybody out there
That bout the album, you know, I appreciate that
For all the love and the support and everything, knowImean?
Yeah, wings up, throw ya M's in the air, let's go
[Hell Razah:]
I'm bout that jackpot-jackpot, keeping my gat cocked
Still Red Hook like the G train, last stop
Where black cops take, a percentage from crack spots
Where fans online like I invented the laptop
My black Godfather to match my black revolver
With bullets that'll tear through your vest and body armor
Get turned into martyrs and buried at funeral parlors
And covered up with make-up, keep, fucking our cake up
Your moms'll be begging the lord for you to wake up
Like Harry Melvin and the Blue Notes, I'll give you two pokes
Of gun smoke, from my toast, you get too close
This is BK, home of the bosses and kidnappers
Where ice like igloo, picks cold as Alaska
I spit that emerald, saphire and jasper
I'm where the coke so white they call it Casper
And know all the drug kingpins became rappers
And labels wanna buy out artists to keep they masters
What's a royalty point with no loyalty
With CEO's wiping they nose, sniffing ya budget up
And tell you that you need more scams to bring your numbers up
It's all recoupable, from your birth to your funeral
Streets a musical, pay your debts or they suing you
Back at shooting you, it's whatever's more suitable...
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
I wanna thank all my fans, for they love and support
Because it wouldn't be me without no records you bought
I had to bring it back raw for the streets of New York
And leave something for these critics and these haters to talk
[Hell Razah:]
Am I a problem? A thorn in your side, a suicidal bomb threat
Every morning you rise, and stored in your drive
And programmed to open your mind, I kosher the rhyme
And pray it like a ghetto Rabbi, that stay on the grind
Before any label can sign, I'm doing numbers online
Matter fact, independently fine
Get off of my vine, and go find a mountain to climb
I'm where crime ain't illegal, with paid bills to feed you
And jars be firing, we, hire those people
Be stuck with the choice of the lesser of two evils
I'm camouflage, you know, I blend with the amazon
Project apartments, turn to pentagons
My sixteen bars, they study in synagogues
Made her shuffle tarot cards, and search for other Gods
It's odd, but I'm the youngest nigga, I'll, that's far
Cause I ain't try'nna be Jay, Pac, Nas or Biggie Smalls
Keep my currency flowing like Niagera Falls
Get it cracking like the Berlin Wall, you hear the Maccabee role call
Bullets travel in your like pinball
I'm banksta, all about deposits and withdrawals
A Fistful of Dollars, I advise you to get yours...
[Outro: Hell Razah]
Yo count your money, man... you got it? A hundred thousand
Take that money (two hundred thousand) and go break bread with ya niggas, man
Three hundred thousand, you good, you good
And teach 'em, all the same thing, no doubt son, yeah, we all leaders
We gon' do it like this... Razah a/k/a the Renaissance Child
I'd like to give a special thanks to the Most High
For waking me up this morning, for making everything real, word up
I'm thankful for the simple things in life, knowhatimean
I'm thankful for being able to see out of my two eyes right now
Hear out of both of my ears... both of them... word up, I love ya'll, man
It's my turn now to shuffle the cards
I ain't playing with y'all, see I'm a universe, the niggas the stars
It's Rated R the black Spielberg, directed the script
The soundtrack and the movie score by Tek N Clips
The best got hit, they scattered now the rest got rich
Most of them broke, it's dope, coke, scratch and the sniff
'Til the inside man start ratting and snitch
I'm grabbing that fifth, before floor be bagging that pith
In the club throwing E's at some manager chicks
Who want a black male, black male, with camera and flicks
The more Jay mini-me's the more advantage I get
I'm original, no clone, I roam where there is criminals
My bullets will download your soul like it digital
My shells will email your friends and your physicals
Man, I dropped the Hell this year they call me Raziel
El Metatron y'all, the Messenger of God
I'm brining heat to this game but ain't the winged way
Too late to gangbang, shorty you're the main change
They want your brain mane, fuck them like and their slave name
It's all the same pain, the blood from the same vein
I'm underground, railroading on the same train
I need a Harriet Tubman to love when
You need a brother like Raze to be your husband
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Uh, every project Article One
Every hood, every ghetto
Freedom of Speech, this one we gon' talk to them
This goes out to the hoods, 4th Disciple
Every ghetto need a government, you know?
Think of the times, man, when responsibilities become for real
From Red Hook to Ohio, baby, A-One
[Chorus: Hell Razah, children]
Take your time, young man, I remember they used to say
All that glitter ain't gold, I remember they used to say
You got to live your life... you got to live your life
Take your time, young man
[Hell Razah:]
We was young men, never thought it would come to an end
In the projects, I lived there, Red Hook, Brooklyn
Before kings got shot at, for beige sheep skins
Reminiscin' on the nights we didn't listen to Glenn
On the stoupe, smokin' weed drinkin' a fifth of gin
We had the same Timberlands before that winter came in
Now I begin to make a change before my seed get ten
In the womb of the beast, we like the seed that sin
Through the children is the only way we breathe again
We never notice it, but still the drug game, is over with
You either die or go to jail, for the one controllin' it
We never ship it, but always get caught for holdin' it
While the government finance those who float it in
So who'se the culprits? The one ownin' it or who be smokin' it?
To those who lost souls in the game, to my condolences
Flashback to all the past blacks, died for cracks
Made grandmothers faint out, and have heart attacks
Fuck a democrat, welcomin' mat, we send them back
Til we take back the almanac, to plan a format
Never saw in rap, on a A-DAT, for real
[Chorus]
[Hell Razah:]
In my ghetto, son, the walls have ears
Same rumors carried on for years, more and more forties and beers
Reminiscin' on the pictures we shared, coffee park
You blunted on the benches and stairs, and never scared
Nigga violate at all, toe to toe in the square
Elevator ride, you play a corner or catch a black eye
Hot piece and butter, find a bell, taste the fat guy
Back then, Black and Sly Time, had the loudest ride
We went from petty crime, to up north, to federal time
Money circulate, some paper chase for nickels and dimes
Some will die while they was holdin' they steel, in automobiles
You noticin' the snake eyes was all in his grill
From success, come the envious, revenge and sex
In the projects, no tellin' if you death be next
Gamblin' bets, debts turn to techs and threats
We all strugglin' from Puerto Ricans down to Aztecs
[Chorus]
[Outro: Hell Razah]
[Intro: Hell Razah (Killah Priest) {Timbo King}]
Yo come here Priest!
(Yo Razah I know you're crazy)
What's good? {Maccabeez}
Maccabeez International (Yo where ya bullets be?)
Saudi Records {Yeah word up Razah, Killah Priest} (You know!)
(Yo this one is gonna be the craziest joint in all the clubs around the way)
M's up (in the United States of America, son)
Yeah... y'all get in ya Mac mode, ya heard?
(Y'all gon' get sick when you hear this... Let's go in on 'em son!)
[Timbo King:]
In the studio...
All these actors now got new reality shows
Why from the streets where reality shows... the last Great Dane
Armageddon power, drink Amaretto Sour
Louie Vatton, camouflage and Eddie Bauers
Ezekial's will, riding down evil's hill
Deceivers will, get ya whole peoples killed
The promise of peace, yeah is nothing but a disguise
I got a piece of pussy right here in front of my eyes
High as a Priest, smoking on his Isaac Hayes
Born in the seventies, Franky Beverly Mays
Nigga who? Jigga boo, we The Maccabeez
Last supper up at Applebys, so break bread with us
Women of all kinds go to bed with us
Runaway slaves escaped and then they fled with us
Repent now or forever burn in flames
I ain't even gotta tell you my name... mother father
[Chorus x2: Hell Razah]
From the streets to the studio, back where the party's at
More haze, more Cognac
Where my ladies is at with them diamonds and Cadillacs
Coats, bags and a hat to match
[Hell Razah:]
In the streets...
Record labels is ya slave owners
So when I spit my shit I be a flamethrower
I ain't Lil' Flip, shorty, but it's 'Game Over'
All these killas in soaps could use a makeover
I've been ready to ride before my baby stroller
So what you hopping out, G5's or Range Rovers?
I be a 'dro roller, white widow chain smoker
Red Coronas, I sip and throw the drink on ya
Or I could spit out a blade and put a shank on ya
See I ain't mad at ya, I'm a get the last laughter (Haha)
Too many wack rappers underneath that mascara
When you meet 'em they broke and they be mad braggers
Talking like they got swagger and they give their A&R; jobs to these black crackers
We was crack baggers, y'all niggaz backpackers
Throwing stones at us barking up the wrong ladders
This for y'all chrome grabbers dick-grabbing backstabbers
[Chorus x2]
[Killah Priest:]
They call me Priest, La Shiek, had my freaks
G.D. apparel, six in my barrell, sits like a Pharaoh
Of Egypt, weed lit, mad ho's like I'm Freak Niq
Chicks just come in with their bathrobes
Cowgirl boots, hats and a lasso
She's riding my lap while my finger's in her asshole
Her onion is fat but it's all about that cash though
Cool can't knock her, she said she got her boots from Dockers
And should could move for dollars
But I'm hard as a wood bat, I don't need a good rap
All I need is a hoodrat, this is where you put that
In yo' mouth, on yo' blouse, on yo' floor in yo' house
On yo' couch, when I'm done grab me guns then I'm out
My sixteen bars is automatic ink
My clip release hit y'alls right where you think
Got a scope in my pen, Maccabeez hold me down
[Intro:]
Rubiez!
Yo Raz', man, you still putting it down in Hip-Hop, man
No'm'sain? (Word?)
They brainwashing our babies through Hip-Hop now, man (I know)
Let 'em know, you still here raising our nation
[Hell Razah:]
I'm a traveling man till they separate the goat and the lamb
Since the Covenant with Abraham that promised the land
When the return of the Son of Man, the chariots land
Better plan to be somewhere Bible in hand
And pray the Seraphim's and Cherubim's is guiding our fam
I'm underground as the railroad that Harriet ran
Now we on the Peter Pan bus swallowing grams
Our first chance at a couple of grands
I'm surrounded by Swine Flu's and nine jewels
Adolescences that brain tools the high schools
They injected a biochip inside foods
From how to rule to being Piru's
To the teachers of the honorable
And Yah or Jah the most powerful
You know the damage that a dollar do
We still dying like we Amadou
I got them begging me for volume 2
I wonder what it was that Malcolm knew?
He didn't run when the bullets flew
See I'm a lion in the Brooklyn Zoo
Inside a concrete jungle do
Now the question is who is you?
Would you die if you knew the truth?
The word of God is my bulletproof
And any weapon that you choose to shoot
It's like Bishop and Q
I'm gon' to top roof
True stories ain't no happy endings
It's either blood shedding after weddings
It ain't no telling when the killers blending
We all headed in the Armageddon
Till we either in Hell or Heaven
[Break:]
That's my man Hell Razah
What I tell you? Brooklyn's Finest, man
He's a problem, man
All they hear is... Razah woke the children, man
From Brooklyn to Bethlehem
Wingz Up!
You are now listening to the sounds of the Renaissance Child!
[Hell Razah:]
Last year they was hard off too much 50
Now they Microsoft X-Box 360
My own team players tried to Michael Vick me
K-9 unit wanna search and sniff me
Bulletproof vest on that match my Dickies'
With Air Force or Timbs that's always biffy
Drunk or piffy, sober or tipsy
My city gotta eat more then Nicole Richie
If 09's are 90's this our year, man
I came in fly like Tuskegee Airmen
You get aired out, check ya PSI's
We the booth DNA for the CSI's
Tell these clorox rapper this the new NY
Just because Biggie and Pac I'll let 'em slide
Alotta man got killed over too much pride
I got his or hers' a coffin for Bonnie and Clyde's
22's on the hearse, is you ready to ride?
It gets deeper then the verse, is you ready to die?
My weakness was kindness but part of my bloodiness
With 20/20 vision when it comes to my conscious
Stop all the nonsense, he don't want war
The bullets outta Wal-Mart in PA gun stores
A few more months coming, brand new gun law
Guantanamo Bay moving all of the drug lords
Niggaz making rap songs identity fraud now
I'm big in the East like I played for Georgetown
I've been on point guard, now watch me clap boards
I burst so many I should open a rap morgue
At four years old with a chalk and a blackboard
I've picked up slack all the places you lacked on
You hustling backwards, selling your cracks wrong
America's Online, who's ready to log on?
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
You and your mixtape
It's 'Holy Warz'
I don't care about your hot sixteen
It's 'Holy Warz'
Tell Bush when he come to the hood
It's 'Holy Warz'
Get a turban then we cover our face
It's 'Holy Warz'
[Hell Razah:]
I'm one of the greatest, the hip hop's underrated, dangerous
Should of wrote the first 'Matrix'
Rabbi, spit it, then baptised, these niggas they act live
They snitch and switch sides, they still mixing dimes
I still grips the 5 so don't look surprised
We ain't feeling your vibe, rewind my eight bars
Who ready to face God? These niggas is fake y'all
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Fuck you and your whole click
It's 'Holy Warz'
If I catch one of y'all on my strip
It's 'Holy Warz'
Get that turban and cover my face
It's 'Holy Warz'
Next nigga that will bite off my shit
It's 'Holy Warz'
[Hell Razah:]
What make the youth do violent?
When they're young and ain't got much guidance
Coming up tryna figure out why grandma crying
George Bush keeps lying, we gonna clap our iron
For them Indians and slaves who was raped by pirates
While Elijah Muhammad wanted Malcolm silenced
I could take it much higher but you ain't got mileage
I'm the hit man hired for his next assignment
If you need better artists I can make you a Clan
I'm a bomb that's atomic and I not no pilot
Smoke A1 chronic, speak the best Ebonics
Seeing your man brain shot out will make you vomit
This is hip hop right, not DC Comics
No gimmick, I'm a Sun of Man, we came as prophets
Reinvented as a Maccabee, we build with doctors
OG's turned to rabbi's who sat with scholars
How you gonna make me a star? And the Earth is ours man
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Y'all niggas is crazy
I catch one of y'all on my strip
It's 'Holy Warz'
[7th Ambassador:]
I step on the scene with admirable status
Battle with cannons, your team sees collateral damage
Like Hannibal standing over his foes holding flammable banners
Marching the streets singing their national anthem
Attach a few bandanas to the rims of a black and blue [? ]
Fly through like Batman and you get clapped upon camera
No we don't come to piece and we don't ask you for answers
No 'Monkey Business' when my gorillas grab their bananas
And I really don't believe that their team dumb red and tail rise the crime scene
Like Machine Gun Kelly, the machine gun heavy
With the Tommy Gun Click
Where we could party all night like a Ramadan trick
I'm like a scribe that prophesised your demise
Knowledge the wise, Allah with the flies
The signs of the times reside amongst the violence and crimes
That why I silence my 9, went from blind to a prominent mind
Why give my guns to the police, when I can't bust lead off?
That's like giving my sword to my enemy to cut my head off
Fuck that, I'd rather let off and squeeze
And drop the motherfucker dead on his knees
And be so gone you couldn't catch the degrees
Best to believe, I'm rolling with another regime
Hellofer mean on your devilish schemes
Rebels and kings from ghettos to banks
7th Ambassador, Maccabee thing
[Rally Sample:]
"Ooooh guns, Your master is violent, your enemy is peace".
[Group of People: Chanting in unison]
[Charlton Heston - Denver NRA Meeting]
"Thank you all for coming
And thank you for supporting your organization
I have twenty five words for you
From my cold dead hands". [Chanting in unison]
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Yea, we don't make no vests, right?
No pistols, bullets and shells (Yea, "Renaissance Child")
You'kno'whatI'm'sayin'? We don't make grenades
(A.K.A. Hell Razah, Maaaccaaabee - Military)
We don't make none of that shit
We just know what to do with it though
(All my soldiers stand up)
You'kno'whatI'm'sayin'? ("Smoking Gunnz")
Y'all sell that shit at Wal*Mart
Y'all sell that shit ([Coughs], I smell the "Smoking Gunnz")
Ask the NRA where the "Smoking Gunnz" at?
[Hell Razah:]
Yo, I'm where projects is crack mansions
It ain't been this real, since the Black Panthers
We ain't the Beatles makin' music for you Charles Mansons
I make a whole college campus since the Mac anthem
'Til America fall, I stand stronger than the Berlin Wall
My software is warfare for the poor to install
And download in your Medulla, who's the lion of Judah?
And send a virus through the wires of the beast's computer
They raidin' our cribs, invasion like Bay of the Pigs
For my hood, we reacted like how Castro did
Modern day Eisenhower - sent the planes to the Towers
While the government blamed it on some nuclear powers
A world, traded their weapons for some U.S. dollars
Take notes, of the quotes, when you buildin' with scholars
I sit back, doin the knowledge, who be sniffin' that powder?
It's white collar, criminology versus Jehovah
[Hook: Hell Razah]
If you was lookin' for that "Smoking Gunn"
I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from? (Yea)
I would ask Smith & Wesson how to make me one (Ask them)
You should smell your own hands for the "Smoking Gunn" (Can you smell it?)
Yea, if you was lookin' for that "Smoking Gunn"
I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from (Ask him)
I would ask Smith and Wesson how to make me one
You should smell ya own hands for the "Smoking Gunn" (Smell it?)
[Verse 2: Hell Razah]
My saliva is liver, son I write with the hand of an arson
Give me a harpoon, I autograph my name in shark skin
Get deeper each bar, like you swimmin' with dolphins
Keep my head above water, to enlighten my aura
White robes, black justice versus judges and lawyers
Supreme Court be a force that was made to destroy us
To the Most High, I testify to plead my case
While they hate on my race and white wash the faces
This the Renaissances ages, I value my wages
Ask the reverend why the Bible be missin' some pages
Do we suffer 'cause the birth right was given to Jacob?
Or because my brother Isa (pbuh) was Isaac's favorite?
They named us Native Indians and then enslaved us
Broke bread with the enemy that soon betrayed us
Lured the lions out the jungle, then they put 'em in cages
Now the cubs live in wildlife, spittin' out razors
Hunt or be hunted, a species, livin' in danger
Took the God and their language, now they labeled us gangsters
Criminals, ex-cons, Ariel Sharon
Another reason, I'm squeezin' with the right to bare arms
[Automatic shots]
[Hook: Hell Razah]
If you was lookin' for that "Smoking Gunn"
I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from? (What?)
I would ask Smith & Wesson how to make me one (Uh-huh)
You should smell your own hands for the "Smoking Gunn"
Yea, if you was lookin' for that "Smoking Gunn" (Uh-huh)
I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from
I would ask Smith and Wesson how to make me one
You should smell ya own hands for the "Smoking Gunn" (Where you at?)
[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
I write seeds like the Borgia family
Cut throat for the throne
Posin' as Christ, the six Popes of Rome
Cardinals bangin' on church doors, the verses I draw
Written out like curses on boards
Read 'em backwards, no distractions
Find out, Priest is John the Baptist
With a rap gift, I come to free the captives
Like Jesus in Nazareth, deep as Atlantis
The prayin' mantis, with the advantage
When it comes to the English sand scripts
I write it eight times, like Tarantulas
Slugs fly through the Vatican Walls
Then the great dragon will pour
Drip water while I'm sweatin', readin' the Torah
He spots me, swam from the sea to the border
Grab my ribs, I kick him where he has his kids
He head butts me, slams me on top of my pastor's crib
I stand up, back ripped up, recitin' the forty-ninth psalms
Holdin a medieval knife in my palms, the right to bare arms
I stick him in his head, hell bust wide open
Demons come out smokin', flyin' through my body
I grab their tail then slew his army
I say a verse just to wake the zombies
It's Priesthood.. *panting heavily*
[Hook: Hell Razah]
If you was lookin' for that "Smoking Gunn"
I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from?
I would ask Smith & Wesson how to make me one
You should smell your own hands for the "Smoking Gunn"
Yea, if you was lookin' for that "Smoking Gunn"
I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from
I would ask Smith and Wesson how to make me one
You should smell ya own hands for the "Smoking Gunn"
[Charlton Heston - Denver NRA Meeting]
"We have work to do, hearts to heal
Evil to defeat and a country to unite
We may have differences, yes
And we will again suffer tragedy almost beyond description
But when the sun sets tonight
And forever more, let it always set on, we the people
Secure in our land of the free and home of the brave
[Chorus x8: I am]
L'Ecole Du Micro D'Argent
[Prodigal Sunn:]
Yo... yo...
I made my name through dedication, Prodigal/Sunz of Man affiliation
Population Click rollin thick, legit, forty burnin spliffs
Initiation, I kill a whole fuckin nation
Demonstration, the year 2000, date of restoration
Burstin inflation, absorbin degrees
MC's, enemies get hung from trees
Brutalities, based on the adversary
I gets amped for my camp in the station
When I release frustration you'll be a fucked up situation
Now do you think, you could honestly fuck with me, G-O-D?
Set up slugs to your jug, I tried to warn you 'bout reality
Ack, saw what I see, too late to plea
Identity, chemistry, rotten in the cemetary
60 Second Assassion, seven days of fastin
Mentally everlastin, write this with a passion
Competition, I feel they struck you with ammunition
Come at my position, then organize my liberation
You dare cross, defy my intellect? Disrespect my dialect?
Don't need to technical, son I'm nice with my knuckle check
I crusted condition, a mutilation
Your situation, after a Sunz of man confrontation [echoes]
[Chorus x8: over samples]
"M.A.R.S." [scratched] "N.Y.C." "Je reprйsente" "We represents"
"M.A.R.S." [scratched] "Q.U.E." "Je reprйsente" "We represents"
"M.A.R.S." [scratched] "Brooklyn" "Je reprйsente" "We represents"
"M.A.R.S." [scratched] "Je reprйsente"
[Hell Razah:]
As we complete the impossible, me and Prodigal
What we assigned to do, sendin our opponents to the hospital
Of course I'm the obstacle, choppin you
Dreddy cut the fedi, fake apostles who ain't ready
Yeah we drop science that be heavyweight
We meditate to elevate, we confiscate wicked mindstates
Related to crime rates, you wack? Play the bench
As my lyrics touch the french
Over seas, dumb MC's could meet the Hell Razah's steez
Trees, Killa Beez'll make a nigga feel the breeze
Shake the fire in an ice hand, I am what I am a Sun of Man
Understand, Brooklyn's my home as I grab hold
Of a microphone, now we explode, we go gold
Peace to the Black Rose, and yo where my francs at?
Cash that shit, where the banks at?
Kill raps, take the whole earth back
Fuck that, Sunz of Man year, I make it happen
No rappin, no laughin, niggas get they face smashed in
All these lyrics that we've written in the basement
Your ass get erasement, erasement, we be your new replacements
You better face it
"M.A.R.S." [scratched] "N.Y.C." "Je reprйsente" "We represents"
"M.A.R.S." "Prodigal Sunn" "Je reprйsente" "We represents"
"M.A.R.S." "Hell Razah" "Je reprйsente" "We represents"
"M.A.R.S." "Music from the Q.U.E." "Je reprйsente" "We represents"
"Now" [scratched] "Now you get outta here"
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Run, man... hurry up, hurry up
They coming, they coming, man!
Keep going, keep going
Move, move, move, move, hurry up
Move, move... don't stop, don't stop
Hurry up, man... move, move, move, move
They gon' kill us, hurry up... uh
18 to 28...
[Hook: Hell Razah]
They got a bounty on my head and a tag for your toe
I'm here to sing a song, til they let my people go
Real about, turn about, my chrome forty four
Everytime I pull it out, it's fuck Jim Crow...
[Hell Razah:]
It's like Moses and Pharaoh, now it's the Big Apple
I'm just a runaway slave, these devils can't tackle
We slippin' out of handcuffs and breaking out of shackles
I'm Nat Turner in the mind of a time capsule
We not no Buckwheats or Little Rascals
Or Diff'rent Strokes, or whatever have you (watch your mouth)
A lil' fame... a record deal don't make your freedom
If man don't live by bread alone, how we gonna feed him
So I choose to bring the truth about the seed of Edem
But they swift with cunning words, and they still deceive 'em
Your best rapper swinging 'yes, master', when they beat 'em
Chris Columbus came with a fungus, recognize ya'll in strength in numbers
They went from cowboys to bounty hounters, the FBI's hopping out of Hummers
Taking your kids and your grandmothers
Your niece and nephews, and your baby brothers
Abraham Lincoln's and nigga lovers...
[Interlude: Hell Razah]
No matter how you see it
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
They try'nna tell me I can't blow, cause I ain't tapdancing like Sambo
My pants low from that Black Market commando
I stand poor righteneous, truth and straight facts
Whoever ain't runaway slaves'll get snatched
[Interlude: Hell Razah]
Keep going... keep going...
[Hell Razah:]
While it's wars in Lebanon, I write it like King David in psalms
See I was born to the horns of Sara Von
It's Ariel Sharon, the suicide bomb
Nat Turner nightmares and chasing Uncle Toms
El Raziel, codename, be Metatron
I got 'em open like dope veins from methadon
Without a right to bare arms, I'm mentally the don
You can't fuck with the God, he's seven bars beyond
They love to hate it, and translate it and read it wrong
My definition is non-fiction, I rhyme different
Than your every day rap gimmick, design image
You invented a clone, a DNA digit, digit, digit
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Hell Razah]
Boo! Hurry up, hurry up, man
Hurry up, man
[Hook]
[Outro: Hell Razah]
We gotta make it out of here, man
Who are me, when are we gonna stop it?
And on that night (we gotta stop somewhere, man)
Seven men escaped... nowhere to be traced, nowhere to be found
Go north, go north, they gon' hear us
They took the shackles off they hands
They took the chains off they feet
[Hell Razah:]
I'm a street G but still son I write it deeply
When I zone like Phillis Wheatley, that's how you greet me
Dead poets give me that motive, if they don't promote it
Stay devoted, stay focused 'til there's plagues and locust
'Cause you can't buy your soul back from Lucifer's office
Tell Bush we about to make the hood shoot at his office
His tradition in skull and bones sleepin' in coffins
Like [? ] they wanna see me on crosses
German Pope sold canned abortions
I slow it down, shit I break it in portions
You heard right, I ain't speakin' in Martian
I'm hood but I'm conscious, today that's nonsense
I do this for the slaves and the brains they washin'
Who trained with the marksmen who slept on the park bench
We hunt men comin' out their apartment
'Cause too much money got him thinkin' he Clark Kent
Get treated like you dark skin, as soon as you as it off spin
Got patriotic ho's and America's yard pimps
Rhythm N Poetry is what it's supposed to be
Where niggas get money and don't live it culturally
Rhythm N Poetry is what it's supposed to be
[Intro: Razah]
Renaissance Child
But I gotta make a public announcement
Kno'I'm'saying, this hip-hop shit need a change
Kno'I'm'saying, word up, it's the Renaissance Age
My pen is a lethal weapon right now
My mind is dead on
[Hell Razah:]
Yeah, understand my pain
We only use a few percent of our brain
The other half is paying rent and what the pen is to claim
Your tax free street money is the name of the game
But who to trust when the snake is the head of the game
Gotcha mind manipulated not thinking is strange
Let you spend your own money and you bring the change
It's the art of seduction, a form of self-destruction
That got my people where they cannot function
Fifteen dropping out for careers of hustling
I'm just speaking from the heart
I don't need you to punch in
No adlibs or hype-man, I'm not like them
Get a deal, a few interviews, than write like him
Got us feeling if you're dark you should be light-skinned
Get a perm and talk proper just to win you an Oscar
And have cats who be skateboarders thinking they're rastas
I get offended when I see what they did to Jimi Hendrix
We invented hip-hop with a sentence, now it's a gimmick
Big billion dollar business of talks of seven digits
[Hook: Razah]
You're are all welcome to the Renaissance Ages
You're are all welcome to the Renaissance Ages
[Hell Razah:]
Each bar is Unforgettable like Nat King Cole
In the Benz I lean low while blowing that green dro
In these sheep and wool clothes, my flow redeem slow
So I deal witcha niggas with a ten feet pole
Ga'head front like you ain't get it from me
Just remember I'm street
So when you spit it don't forget my receipt
I tax write-off whateva you bite off
All work no play; make a nigga take a permanent night off
Get my rest on the Sabbath Day
Then start fresh on a Saturday
With holy more ratchets to spray
Enough clips in the ashtray to roll you an L
Coke sales couldn't stop us so they opened up jails
Black males have role models but most of them failed
Instead they gave us crack-heads, dealers and FEDS
Some bled over the words that was written in lead
Now they eating outta of our hands like pigeons for bread
[Hook: Razah]
You're are all welcome to the Renaissance Ages
You're are all welcome; come one, come all
[Hell Razah:]
I'm international, bicoastal, global like T-Mobile
I'm a traveling man so I don't think local
Niggas saying it's hot before I lay vocals
No "Yes Men" in my circle, one of us will murk you
It's Martial Law in the hood; they got us all in curfew
Riker's Island got riots, send us some more turtles
I'm universal, no satellites, I move verbal
The living word was written for me to be eternal
I had episodes hoes wrote it in their own journals
Private diaries saying how they'll ride for me man
Been on some business shit way before Monopoly
It's Deuteronomy days, so watch prophecy
[Hook: Razah]
You're are all welcome to the Renaissance Ages
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Yea... Rabii Razah
New style... my nigga Twin
Yo Data... let's step that rap game up, nigga
This is murder right here
[Hell Razah:]
Aiyo my nickname Raise the Dead, used to be a knuckle head
Now I know ingredients to cook up and cut the bread
Hustle yours, look up, stash that, dump the feds
Landmine, goldmines, step on, use the ledge
One rhyme will turn time, you stepped onto a bed
Death beds at street corners, T&T; creep on us
Never sleep, stay awake, make you call police on us
Eat lead, catch that ho ladder, keep it for us
Posionous to the thief who cheat, wanna eat before us
Lost scrolls we wrote, now you wanna read it for us
Black jewel be you, Hebrew, we the poorest
See through your bullshit, gotta keep a full clip
When my niggas do flip, everything we pull hit
All my chicks talk about how Razah got that good dick
[Outro: Hell Razah]
[Chorus: Hell Razah (Cipha) {Sunny Jewels}]
It's Hell Raze' out the 718
Niggas could get mad or hate, we gon' get this cake
(It's Cipha, out the 718
Niggas could get mad or hate, we gon' get this cake)
{It's Sun Jewels, out the 718
Niggas could get mad or hate, we gon' get this cake}
It's GG's, out the 718
Niggas could get mad or hate, we gon' get this cake
[Hell Razah:]
I'm in the hood, where it's cracks and guns, that's where I stack my funds
And blow that 'dro, that'll collapse your lungs
Or they ain't blowing til they casket come, and when they fam in the black
By the alter, and the pastors done
I'm where the dogs love to kill, for they master's crumb
She only 22, son, and got two baby daddy's
Fucking with them Arab niggas, driving cabbies
Writing Dear Abby, while the young is so nasty
They holla at me, from Red Hook back to Cali
In white t-shirts, Chuck Taylor's and blue khaki's
Get money like the IRS, I came to tax/collect
I want credit cards, cash or checks
Fix your eyebrow, watch on this Red Hook style
Hell Raze', 718, press redial
BK, be the borough with the best freestyle
And we them live ass niggas, you ain't see in a while
[Chorus]
[Cipha:]
You know I gotta get this money, see one hundred, saying fuck the red
Got to get it quick, you know a nigga patientless
Ain't a nigga sick, check the click, you know what claim I best
Raid the G's and see, fuck the bone, we like a bloody mess
Love the way I'm laced, hate the moon, hit the mall off
Don't wanna see our face, man, these niggas gonna fall off
When I attach the mack, best believe I let 'em all off
I want that Calico, the Hell Razah saying 'fall off'
I gotta get this money, when I get it, I'm a want more
Got to get 'em all, man, that nigga got a handful
See gotta get this money, well I bring it to the cake, man
Set up shop quick, on our block like the Frank man
Coming from the 718, thorough, the drake, man
You dumb and get 7 or 8, and it ain't paint, man
Can't stop us, you a little too late, so vacate, man
It's Cipha, Sunny Jewels, and Razah, what was you thinking?
[Chorus]
[Sunny Jewels:]
It's a GG thing, nigga, anytime you see we, man
Whether the streets or TV, man
We make moves look easy, man, please believe me man
Drop jewels off the heezy, man
Aiyo it's Sunny, straight out the land of milk and honey
Where it's real in the field, and niggas kill for money
Put two in your tummy, fuck with my wolves when they feeling hungry
Cain and Abel, no man, fame or fable
Cop the change in the range, still maintain the same
Burnt every last artist on your record label
Got me flipping like Christ, when he twist them tables
Justice done, no man can touch the Sun
No matter if you sell crack or bust your guns
First rule of a G, nigga, trust no one
And do the knowledge to the wisdom of the gun, nigga
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Renaissance... Razah Rubies...
Let's go, tell 'em
[Hell Razah:]
I was born in the era of kings, of heroin dreams
Now it be a Maccabee, spreading my wings (spread 'em)
I ain't trippin' off material bling
I analyze off of Billie Holiday, the queen
What was Marvin Gaye thinking when he wrote that theme
A Trouble Man, why his pops had a gun his hand, damn
Hip hop go to way back then
Diddy used to sing doo-wop with two of his friends
I seen an oo-wop when I was like ten, excited by sin
I got my first gold front from Ben
Eighty-nine, I was into Rakim, for dropping gems
Most niggas learned a lot from him
Grandma used to cook with sounds of Sam Cooke
Mid-60's, my moms then moved to Red Hook
Same hood Al Capone was put, and got his rep as a crook
In them criminal books, we don't look
A crack hit I could never forget
In '92 Mr. Daily was hit by gun clips
You had to pump if you wanted some kicks
The best product on the block, it was quicker to flip
We had whips, but it wasn't legit
I reminisce, Calvin Klein, he was running the shit
'76 came a heavenly prince, with one gift
To uplift, by the name Charon Smith
[Interlude: Hell Razah]
Dedicated to Miss Caroline Smith
Special love and respect
To real true pioneers (yeah), people like Ray Charles (we in here)
Barry White, let's get back into the hall of fame, come on
[Talib Kweli:]
Yo, yo, it's like we all just beef and the strengths
Son is blind like a boxer that bleed in the ring
From a cut opened up above his right eye
Body all black and blue, like the Brooklyn nice guy, uh
Bobbing and weaving, and dodging the propaganda
My raps take it back like shopping at Alexander's
My momma had the fly afro, my father cooked for a week and left all us with the casarole
We didn't have much, but with a little bit of love
Made due with the little bit we had, yo
We in a new millennium, Granny still singing Hem Slow
Jim Crow's still keep the blacks po'
Look we blessed with the power to move people with music
It's the natural resources, and we use it to broadcast and transmit live from hell
What don't kill you, make you stronger, I'm allowed to tell
[Interlude: Hell Razah]
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, man
Yo, yo, make sure you write it on the wall
Make sure it say, Renaissance Child
Talib Kweli, MF Doom, written for the babies
Let's go
[MF Doom:]
Vik slick talk, with a cough full of North
Of course New York floss, don't know and blew pork
Before you walk across, look both ways
The third and the fourth of them nowaday old phase
Kept a dog on a wooden leg and hustled all night in the fog on the red
Even dressed like a bum and could beg
Instead use the other on the strength, what a good head
Been bred to win, since headspins, ooh them gems
Spread too thin, depends on who's losing
Heads do spin, it's deaded, now who's in?
Revenge all here, enough combined slang to bang all year
It's on, like it ain't never been on cordless before
Report for lawless, ports is off shore
With horses, hanging the tablets, mating with rappers
Habits til they hate 'em and had it, damn it
And it's gone with the wind, dead wrong
A song, with a spin and a grin
Out of style, with the blow out for mild mannered smile
Like a foul wild Spaniard on the soul out
Vaughn, the one you trick-a-don
Why stick it, if you gotta slip a snicker on, Viktor Vaughn
[Outro: Hell Razah]
Yeah, to all the Cadillac riders, and it's on
As it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end
All the fathers with the godfathers, hip hop lives forever and ever
And ever... this is something you gon' be able to pass down to your babies
From generation to generation, that's right, aight?
[Intro: Timbo King w/ Heart ad-libbing in background]
Yeah, stab Tony Blair in his chest
Maccabee Ridaz (uh-huh)
Y'all wanna impress the poor?
M's up (uh-huh)
The girl looked somethin' like this... (yeah)
[Timbo King:]
From Babylon to Timbuktu we comin' for you
Haters and you play traitors, y'all the world's greatest
Liars on the face of the Earth, it's like facin' ya Old Earth
And tellin' the fam, "Have a seed not a kid"
Seperate the sheep from the goat
On the streets we wear sheepskin coats
Now it's weekend floats
How you want it, the revolver or the semi?
Huey P's spirit in me, I'm drinkin' Henny
We freedom fighters, you know freedom is a fighter
Him and Sonny Carson controllin' the cypher
At the rally, young God, eager to learn
Every corner that you turn, has evil concerned
So I use my imagination
Cause the best nation is a donation
[Interlude: Timbo King]
We thank everybody for your contributions
Your support...
We're buildin' a Maccabee House
Bo King...
[Chorus: Heart]
Power to the people...
Power to the people who fall behind
Too many souls are on the line
Challenge anything that holds you down
Power to the people, power to the people...
Look at all the others who've gone before
Struggle to the finish to give you more
Hope you realize what we're fightin' for
Power to the people...
[Killah Priest:]
Real talk...
I came from the gutters, same as my brothers
We shared ideas like Stevie with both eyes appeared
Inner vision became my system, intuition will kick in
Hype wisdom how we started as friends
Words of true prophets, the way martyrs begin
I swear, on every phrase that I mark with this pen
God is within, our bodies, but still the revolver spins
End depression in the heart of revenge
My teacher said, couldn't read or write
And through the struggle, and the pain, we breathe a life
We flee at night, The Maccabeez we bust at the clouds
An old man stopped us and said we should be aimin' down
We said, "God bless the devils", hex on us, flames around
But our bodies, walk on the angel's grounds
Priest, The Maccabeez, Timbo holds the tablets
Razah's an abbott, set free to all the captives
[Chorus]
[Hell Razah:]
In this Maccabee Temple, it's Hell Razah, Priest and Timbo
We open up the Benz door, blowin' out endo
Was too deep before now I made it more simple
Like Bill Gates did by creatin' y'all Windows
They still can't see through it, this millenium music
Our interviewers wanna know if we're Jewish
So I study my opponents by their ways and movements
Our names ring bells in the Soviet Union
Like BIG said before, y'all still re-coupin'
We independent salesmen movin' these units
Y'all still payin' rent cause your label is pimps
Cops wanna know the scent that's behind them tints
You could sit down, relax now, warm the bench
I'm a King so my sons'll be born a Prince
I follow footprints to Heaven so I walk with sense
Like Enoch did, walks on the Brooklyn Bridge
[Intro: Hell Razah]
We bout to blow it, yeah, Rebel Music, raise your hand up
4th Disciple, G.G.O., 4th Disciple, G.G.O.
Razah, G.G.O., Razah G.G.O.
4th Disciple, G.G.O., Malachi, G.G.O.
[Hell Razah:]
I got them scared I'm a shine, because my mind be ahead of it's time
I be the future, terrorist to niggas that sign
Got more than Valentine, twelve contract binds
We my guns outta Palestine, to silence my nine
It's either God or the the devil, better balance your mind
The Black Libra, raise amongst crack leaders
If the Hebrews is Jews, it's a Black Jesus
So I'm a tear Satan's kingdom down like Shirley Ceaser, dedicated to the great achivers
The late comers and the early leavers, get it early, I ain't wordly neither
Archangel in this armageddon, who be a calm weapon
More deadly than the bomb threaten, rock the mic til my palms sweating
We be the bride, walkin' to God's wedding, all I gave was brotherly love
Now they act, wired and bugged, like CIA's supplying them drugs
Who can trust in these last days, hold ya breath when the gas sprays
My projects is a crack maze, that was built for a black slave
To keep us heading to a fast braid, same shit, different last names
Ya'll gettin' caught up in this rap game, rap game
[Chorus x2: Hell Razah]
I'm reality, poverty, poetry, prophecy
Honesty, pain that's in one harmony
Pardon me, for the steppin' on toes
But we ain't came here to bag your hoes, we came to bring back soul
[Interlude: Hell Razah]
Yeah, Sunny Jewels that be G.G.O.
Killah Priest, that be G.G.O.
Prodigal Sunn, be G.G.O.
60 Sec., that be G.G.O.
Shabazz, that be G.G.O.
This be G.G.O.
[Hell Razah:]
Roll out the red carpet, insert the cartridge
I got a hunger like a hostage, in Kosovo, run and tell so and so
Bop your head to my promo, we went from water guns to four-fours
To breakin' government through barcodes
Now it's man verse computer, eight thousand CC's of brain
You fell in love with what you can't even claim
I can't maintain to watch no blood suckers campaign
Prayers and pain, for months turn to tear drops of rain
I stay ghetto like the A train, survived all this crack and cocaine
And still alive so we can rap and complain
Now we done dropped out to get cream, since school teachers is turning to fiends
Strip dancers comin' out they g-strings
Nice thighs in them iceberg jeans, projects we the nation of kings
You too fly, then I'm a clip wings, we go to work, while others'll sling
Audi's and teens, and d's smoke weed til it's dark and cloudy
Don't fuckin' crowd me, I'm too deep, you can't count me
Ask Bush while we flippin', and we gettin' rowdy
We the last one left up in this King's country
We the last one left up in this King's country
[Sample:]
Those steeples on those Churches weren't built for nothing
They are designed to launch
[Intro:]
You know on the seventh day
They opened up the Book of Heaven Razah
Page 45, chapter 1
[Hell Razah:]
For the love of my people I draw in blood prophecies of Ezekiel
When I write lightning strike at the top of the steeple
Demons fleeing out of windows of the buildings of evil
I'm having Obadiah dreams of America's eagle
Sing a song while I stand in the midst of Lebanon
El-Raziel Medatron the message of God
Sun shine off the efar then light up Mars
I hear the chauffer blowing on the day of atonement
Let 'em run and tell the Romans that I send my condolence
And how I drink outta Miriam's well
May the truth prevail
And have justice's face unveil
Heartlet harlots of Hosea the Daughters of Zion
Forgot about the first law, slept with a python
A six-point star on the top of my right arm
The great-grandson of David, Rebekah's favorite
Still holding Essau hills just like Jacob
Shown like Elijah sometimes inside spaceships
[Chorus:]
Look deep into my eyes can you see my soul?
Man fell from Heaven to this one Hell hole
From this Hell we excel then we rise again
Look deeper into my eyes again, Black Angels
[Hell Razah:]
Young Solomon my rap words form proverbs
Remain militant, most women wanna observe
We drink fine herbs, smell like frankincense and myrrh
Till my mind blood I'll mack like I'm Max Julien
Drop jewels make crews have to tuck chuvien
Off one like Brand Nubian
Wisdom is better then rubies
You floss that'll attract roogies
While you fade away I stay alive where the truth be
Keeping Negro my eyes low there's bottles of dro'
Cause after this ship I'm leaving here in UFO's
El-Raziel
You know, I want all my brothers to let their wings flap
No'm'sain?
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
You know
You never know when you talking to one of 'em
No'm'sain?
They watching us, you know?
It's on a real, real high plane baby
This the God's here album I'm gon' in
Heaven Razah, chapter 1
[Intro: Killah Priest]
[Reading: Isaiah 9:2-7]
"For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given
and the government shall be upon his shoulder
and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor
the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace"
[Reading: Isaiah 9:7]
"Of the increase of his government and peace there shall be no end
upon the throne of David, and upon his kingdom, to order it
and to establish it with judgment and with justice
from henceforth even for ever and ever, and ever, and ever"
[Verse One: Hell Razah]
October 1st my date of birth, I came to the Earth
Mommy, knew it was worth, all the prayers in church
As she cried she had a smirk like the pain ain't hers
"It's a boy" - shouted the nurse, this the work of the Lord
Then she mumbled the Bible verse, clippin' the umbilical cord
And told her, may he be blessed, with a spiritual sword
Reborn and warn his people about the spiritual wars
In her arms, I sat warm, all the cryin' was gon'
As my pops stood beside her with a hospital gown on
Seven pounds strong when they fitted my crown on
I layed in the blanket, starrin' and thinkin'
When I awaken I'ma bomb the Synagogue of Satan
A rap song versus the Beast with ten horns
[Outro: Hell Razah]
The +Renaissance Child+ is born
And it's done, history is made, the album is recorded
We gon' do a +Sunz of Man+
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Yo, where the fuck you get these pictures from?
(Yo I'm a show you some shit, man
Come on, we gonna go in here...) Renaissance...
(We gonna see some shit on the walls in this fucking building
You ain't never seen before...)
[Hell Razah:]
You high, looking at the picture that's when it begin
You see an arm out the icon come snatch you in
It's hood hieroglyphics, it was written in graffiti scriptures
Fall of Twelve Tribes, leaving with us
They got a new Pope, the seeds of Hitler
We spell Bush with a swastika, Adolf is Schwarze-nigga
More coke, more ropes for out throats to kill us
Shipping dope through the churches, delivered in hearses
When you translate my verses, there's blessings and curses
'usical Murdah direct hearts from the strings of a harp
The Warrior's Drum, at nighttime give me a spark
I ain't Bach or no Beethoven, may the Heavens open
For all the instruments of slaves stolen
It's like holding on that chauffer, blowing on the Day of Atonement
Now we following the ways of the Romans
Play guitars when we building on mars
In the 'idst of Kabul, me and Priest share similar scars
Seven stars carved into my skin, what's popping?
There's something much more to that death of Johnny Cochran
I walk through the 'Valley of Kings' like Achnatten
And run up in the Vatican church without a stocking
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
I say this verse with honesty for the poverty
But we've been kings since the Histo's dynasty
Maccabeez we deserve your apology
But this is prophecy, a piece of God's property
I say this verse with honesty for the poverty
But we've been kings since the Histo's dynasty
Maccabeez we deserve your apology
But this is prophecy, a piece of God's property
Musical Murdah
[Hook: Ras Kass]
It's murder he wrote
We murder these notes
It's Razah, Ras Kass
You heard of me loc
[Ras Kass:]
Two years when I'm on vacation, just one man defying a nation
Who else could chop pies in the basement?
Then turn around and sign with a Mason
Define the relation between crime and inflation
Dominicano and Haitian
Throw out all your old CDs, me and Hell Razah replaced them
And that one gun will show you how the west coast rocks
Bitches pull out your titties like Courtney Love
I'm like the sidewalk homie, I support these blocks
Scorching hot, jailhouse tattered, fourty glocks
You are going to need morphine shots
The pain is exquisite and your ride or die bitch, I'm a tell Xzibit to pimp it
Old nigga, new nigga, trying to take the Spear of Destiny and put it through
Niggas
Crack Da Vinci's Code, Ras the black Meryl Vingian
Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene's next of kin
But in the end, every three seconds a child dies in Africa, genocidal massacre
And rappers know I walk on walls like tarantula
My flow is cancer the answer to why you on my dick like a catheter
I laugh at half of you, mortals can't stand my velocity
I flip the Earth's axis with a spatula
And possibly I'm a crack the surface, Captain Kirk is
In the hood like liquor stores and Baptist churches
Motherfucker
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Outro: Girl]
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Yeah, Renaissance Child, Bronze Nazareth
Make sure your turban cover your face
[Chorus x2: Hell Razah]
We got to air it out, cock and squeeze, give me some room to breath
We be those Huey P's, watching over little seeds
Air it out, cock and squeeze, vowels to meet the kings
We be those Maccabeez, throwing up angel wings
[Hell Razah:]
Pass desert eagles to the last Hebrews
Who got knowledge of the good and evil, we see through the deceiptful
With eyes like a young Ezekiel, a holy people, addicted to a dope needle
The prophecy of a black male as crack sales
We rebel after hearing Joy and Maxwell
So I act like Fidel over Israel
All hail to the nephew of Ismael
I raise Hell, anywhere, any hood that I dwell
Wake up to hearing shootouts and gun smells, burning an L
We went from plainmen dwelling in tents, to paying rent
In the project that smell like a pissy snakepit
Put on your warpaint, fatigues and brand new Timbs
Get your glocks out the block, and let's shoot off limbs
And they snakes when they grin, in they two-door Benz
I'm underground, no spins, and I still got wins
How many records you gon' make about you sitting on rims?
We grown men, better step up your game and drop gems
This ain't Mos Def, Kanye, Nas or Common
I'm a Sun of Man, Maccabee branch, so pay homage
No conflict, just happen we black and be conscious
Any comments, the hell that we raise, the violence
I'm just honest, true generals move in silence
So when you talk a whole lot you abuse my kindness
[Chorus x2]
[Hell Razah:]
All the prayers I gave, God should raise ya'll out of these graveyards
My eight bars like Master Farrad
Sat in a car, banging Ray Charles, building on bank cards
And while the brainwash, slaving for steam jobs
We had our faith robbed, mothers was chased for us
They had Malcolm on phone taps and tape recorders
Who can we trust now? When they don' raped daughters
And manslaughtered the father figure with strong liquor
Meanwhile the angel of death, became my baby sitter
It's like I'm Nat Turner going through a Bible Scripture
They took our black Jesus, and gave us Caesar's picture
If cops shoot at niggas, that make us all sinners
So when I grab my AK, I pray the lord forgive us
We in the hood, ock, with Enoch walking with us
Just pyramid builders, but they don' made us killers
Murdered Pablo and framed us as drug dealers
Took Colombia's cocaine with no shame
And had Charlie Parker hitting his dope vein
And then it backfired to Kurt Cobain
You do the crime, do the time, you invented the game
I got no I.D., I switched up my government name
All of my thugs love to bang, we be one in the same
I got my sons coming up, so I wanted to change...
We gotta change somewhere man
[sample:]
"All over this country, they cried
Men and women... fathers and mothers
Cried for those who disappeared"
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Hell Razah]
Red Hook, it's Razah Rubies
The Renaissance Child, Brooklyn
I'm airing it out, from here on
Youknowhatimasaying, we gon' continue on
The album don't stop here, knowhatimsaying?
Ghetto Government, this is just what it is, man
This is life, in it's purest form
Ambassador, hip hop in it's purest form
That's my nigga right there... it's been reborn
The rebirth, the Renaissance Child
Knowhatimsaying? We Da Last Future
I'm a air it out, anytime you see me
Anywhere, any TV, any magazine, word up, man
Anywhere, anything you see me do, Maccabeez
You gon' know why I Hell Raze
You gon' know why they call me Hell Razah, aight?
[Hell Razah:]
She swallow two Extra, two Beck's, show me her new breasts
Baby girl, model and shit, pushing that new Lex'
Strip in the back of the club, watch what we do next
Sex in positions and moves, that she ain't do yet
Kicked off Manolo heels, up in the duplex
Told me when I talk in her ear, it get her too wet
Weed in her doobie and burnt, groupie alert
But woman is the beauty of earth, like fruity desert
Who wanna hear they name in a verse, they swallow and burp
Go home and tell they man how they feelings is hurt
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Everytime I step in the club, they screaming Rabbi
Chicks falling in love soon as I pass bye
[Hell Razah:]
We get in whips like a spaceship, and love AK clips
And throw E's at them Playboy chicks
You can't blow when you hate on men, sit back, wait on men
With fork tongues, snaking they friend
In my hood, it's against all odds, who got sixteen bars
Fast money for them luxury cars
I was formed in the image of God, I ain't material
Still stay strapped with the scratched off serial
The black Sinatra, with a pocket full of miracles
Yea I got ears and I'm still not hearing you
Back with the hood on smash, I rock an old gold Maccabee badge
And a dead president mask
So when I spit, my nigga, that's tear gas
Go tell ya record label, kiss my ass
I'm a BK soldier, ratchet out the hoster
Live with the poor, sell weed, cracking cokah
Never mix Hennessey with no soda
Shorty wanna two-way, page the Motorola
Show you how to bag a mature and much older
Independent woman and shit, just like Oprah
You floss with a Crystal bottle, I sip Coronas
And still gotta fish out models that wanna bone us
Your style be a tax write off, I be an owner
I be your owner, yeah, I said
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Everytime I step in the club, they screaming Rabbi
Chicks falling in love soon as I pass bye
I ain't caught up in hairdos and brown eyes
I make love to ya mom, baby, it's Rabbi
I make love to ya mom, baby, it's Rabbi
I make love to ya mom, baby, it's Rabbi
It's Rabbi, it's Rabbi
[Hell Razah:]
I keep it ghetto where it's grimey, grimey, you know Bedstuy be
Throwing them block parties, dealing with God Bodies
Before John Gotti, before La Di Da Di
Before Biggie Smalls, BK been lively
My project army, Red Hook been behind me
I spit jewels shiney, bright as Illuminati
The White Owls, see the white inside Colin Powell
Hitler and George Bush, that's why you acting Nazi
I be a child of Israel, it's young Haile Selassie
Ghetto Government, Ark of the Covenant
Dark skin is loving it, she wanna call me Rabbi, the way I thug with it
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Max Julian, John Nickon style
[Chorus: Marvelous Bless]
Bitches ain't shit, but I love these hoes
Cause these hoes always spending all they dough
They like getting on they knees and on the floor
I put my dick in a bitch mouth, come some more, they say
Bitches ain't shit, but I love these chicks
Cause these chicks always spending all they chips
When I ride by, nigga, in a brand new six
I keep your hoe on the block, duke, making me rich
[Hell Razah]
She was your main chick, the one you walked in the rain with
One you cooked up, chopped up your cocaine with
You depended on sticking my dick in between her thong
Could have been your baby mom if she didn't do wrong
Started listening to snakes in the garden
Beg your pardon, had titties had tripled the size of Dolly Parton
Had the thuggish nigga broken hearted
Jewel [? ], sucking my dick, y'all niggas kissing and slobbering
Batman and Robin, threw her in the threesome, mйnage а trois
Bone niggas just to drive they're car
Bed and bath smelling like strawberries, the more the merry
Even brought her best friend so I could bust her cherry
They both came, baby oil, they're ready
Ass split like a machete, I had them tossed up in the tele
She knew Dreddy and the rest of the Sunz
Three O'clock, swallowed my come, [? ] in the buns
Industry chick, bone niggas only with whips
Getting open off the carrots that was lit on your wrist
Straight groupie who loved giving rappers the couchie
Wanna be in video scenes, stripping for more cream
She addicted to the dick morphine at eighteen
This is for all the bitches and hoes who ain't queens
[Chorus]
[Cipha:]
Shorty ain't shit, says she's down for real
Says she'd do a drive-by with the pound for real
Smoking a tree, she's seventeen thinking she's grown
Heavenly blown, [? ] so I left her alone
Wanting to smack it, told my little brother, 'attack it'
Shorty ain't shit so when you get the money they'll trap it
Keep to my sums, watch out for bitch eating your ones
They'll leaken your funds, they'll leave your ass reaching for guns
But she can't have that, drilling me, the bitch will get mad at
Laying up in Cipher's house ain't the place to be sad at
Come and get hit and she don't got a chicken to hit
Licking my shit 'cause you know it's GG bitch
[Fell:]
Yo it's Fell with the fiery flow with cold wrists
She couldn't resist, Miss wanna sit in the six
She's gotta give a me space, let a nigga breath
Where you sipping on that Mo', mommy gotta give me face
Grilling my fabrics, automatically telling me
Felony, the dope slide of to the nearest tele
Thinking it was Shelly and she told me that modeled it
Chicago, back when Mike was everybody's idol
You know how I do, just jot the digits
Conversation don't stop for minutes, notice I got lots to spend it
She heard that I rap, put the Hook on the map
They're still tryna take it further than that
'Nough small talk mommy you gonna ride or what?
Want those thousand [? ] that sit inside the truck
Slide to the tunnel, bundle the cash
Still twisted, step in the door, run like the floor's gone ballistic
[Hook x2: Cipha]
GG legend script with dimes and nicks
Twenties and fifties, we got boulders, bitch
Form a straight line if you want some
[Hell Razah:]
She swallow two Extra, two Beck's, show me her new breasts
Baby girl, model and shit, pushing that new Lex'
Strip in the back of the club, watch what we do next
Sex in positions and moves, that she ain't do yet
Kicked off Manolo heels, up in the duplex
Told me when I talk in her ear, it get her too wet
Weed in her doobie and burnt, groupie alert
But woman is the beauty of earth, like fruity desert
Who wanna hear they name in a verse, they swallow and burp
Go home and tell they man how they feelings is hurt
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Everytime I step in the club, they screaming Rabbi
Chicks falling in love soon as I pass bye
[Hell Razah:]
We get in whips like a spaceship, and love AK clips
And throw E's at them Playboy chicks
You can't blow when you hate on men, sit back, wait on men
With fork tongues, snaking they friend
In my hood, it's against all odds, who got sixteen bars
Fast money for them luxury cars
I was formed in the image of God, I ain't material
Still stay strapped with the scratched off serial
The black Sinatra, with a pocket full of miracles
Yea I got ears and I'm still not hearing you
Back with the hood on smash, I rock an old gold Maccabee badge
And a dead president mask
So when I spit, my nigga, that's tear gas
Go tell ya record label, kiss my ass
I'm a BK soldier, ratchet out the hoster
Live with the poor, sell weed, cracking cokah
Never mix Hennessey with no soda
Shorty wanna two-way, page the Motorola
Show you how to bag a mature and much older
Independent woman and shit, just like Oprah
You floss with a Crystal bottle, I sip Coronas
And still gotta fish out models that wanna bone us
Your style be a tax write off, I be an owner
I be your owner, yeah, I said
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Everytime I step in the club, they screaming Rabbi
Chicks falling in love soon as I pass bye
I ain't caught up in hairdos and brown eyes
I make love to ya mom, baby, it's Rabbi
I make love to ya mom, baby, it's Rabbi
I make love to ya mom, baby, it's Rabbi
It's Rabbi, it's Rabbi
[Hell Razah:]
I keep it ghetto where it's grimey, grimey, you know Bedstuy be
Throwing them block parties, dealing with God Bodies
Before John Gotti, before La Di Da Di
Before Biggie Smalls, BK been lively
My project army, Red Hook been behind me
I spit jewels shiney, bright as Illuminati
The White Owls, see the white inside Colin Powell
Hitler and George Bush, that's why you acting Nazi
I be a child of Israel, it's young Haile Selassie
Ghetto Government, Ark of the Covenant
Dark skin is loving it, she wanna call me Rabbi, the way I thug with it
[Sample:]
Session one; patient: C. Smith
August 8th, 12: 30 am
It is clear in the present gospels which we now have
That claims to be the Son of Man, the Son of God, the Messiah
But notice all these different titles
[Hell Razah:]
33 and a 3rd he be the living word
One verse live longer then the Phoenix bird
Except Barrack is half white, the Anti-Christ
Was he white or Jeremiah Wright?
Last night was a FEMA strike
Insomnia hold my nina tight
My DNA be a Israelite
Abraham, Isaac or Jacob
I wake up inside the Virgin Mary
It's Melchizedek inside a belly
Black meek alone Machiavelli
Ready by all means necessary
It's now deli in the sanctuary
Had to throw away my BlackBerry
Being followed by the military
For everyday I revolutionary
False prophets the time's over
Before the God's son signed Jehovah
We was the controllers of this rap culture
My Last Supper is at the Passover
Judas make me keep the gat closer
And the UFO's Testarossa
I'm coast-to-coaster
This ain't ya war Buffalo Soldier
We can build the Moon planets over
Or we can take it out the holsters
However y'all wanna do it?
[Chorus: x2]
Light a bush of that medical kush
Push record on that protool board
This is history books
They overlook not knowing I'm I'll as Sam Cooke
They complain if it ain't the same Autotune hooks
[Hell Razah:]
Passports and Visa's, airports must report to FEMA
Back to Paris on them one-seaters
A sixteen is worth Mona Lisa
I turn a jail cell to ya Sheba's
Gon' have a seizure like Julius Caesar
My hat tilted for the scale of Libra
Eric B & Rakim 'Follow the Leader'
Since I was a 9mm and I ain't gotta be famous either
And my ether still oil reigns'
Brothers I love they done turned to haters
They all Judas so I gave them hangers
You Hindus they don't want the angers
I'm in PA and it's shoot the rangers
Coffee shop with the newest Hagers
It's Star Wars without Ronald Reagan
And I'm a legend rap Larry Davis
Shooting at anything that's pagan
Stare, echo's no Kevin Beacon
You see ghettos when you first awaken
Dead souls, no education
Apocalypse Now revelation
Off that kush that was medication
I see my friends turned two-faced
We're on tracks like off to pay me
Put some more bass in
Watch me kill it like Kel Bassey
Your label calling it for Dick Tracey
You spit crazy like it's off safety
Permanently so you wanna ranch me
You blasphemous all you gotta face me
[Heavy footsteps] [Knock on door] [Door squeaks & opens]
[Intro: Hell Razah {Killah Priest}]
{Set it!}
Renaissance, Priesthood, Bo King, throw ya M's up
My father houses many mansion, Maccabeez House, walk in
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
This is hip hop once my lips part
I spit dark words of proverbs
A parables or varibles?, it's Observed
My heart is gothic when I carve it
My pad is covered with darkness
I start writin' with lightning
My words appear like they comets, astonished
The way arm's swift, beneath my garment
Holsters under armpits, Priest the promised
Roast those who smoked the bones of 'Muhammad (pbuh)'
Canvas paintings 'The Virgin'
Jewels beneath the turbans of a merchant
I flew for the serpent, push the truth in each person
A hundred doves in the church chirpin'
Flock past the preacher's sermons
Look again, there's the Priest emergin'
If a die, the sky will rain drops of frankincense
So embrace the prince
Maccabee Priest, my faculty's deep
We raise from the dead, get up, then we clap the police
I 'Quantum Leap' through the beats
The rest of the troupe, rose upon the leaf
My pen fondle through sheets
This is street poetry, in the hood Bibles
Ghetto gospels, unholy bullets flyin' in streets - apostles
[Hook: Hell Razah]
It's the "Maccabeez House"
Be careful of the doors you open
'Cause it might be ya casket closin'
It's the "Maccabee House"
Be careful of the doors you open
'Cause it might be ya casket closin'
[Verse 2: Hell Razah]
We got it locked like the Solomon's key, obviously
The fruit don't fall, too far from the tree
So my seeds'll be a Prophet like me
Before they grow into a Maccabee
Surrounded by snakes and Pharisees
Play the leaves at the speed of an owl, wrote novels
And send for the heads of Bush and Colin Powell's
I rest on 'The Thirteenth Floor' with the broken elevators
My mind be as vivid as John the Revelator
Call me Razah the Renaissance, the Icon Polaroid
Build with the killaz that's broke, and unemployed
I ain't tryin' to go feminine to sell like Eminem
I'm 8 Miles ahead of 'em, blowin' the breath at 'em
My weapons by biochemical, I ain't gimmick-al
You dealin' with the future of the cyber-criminals
2010, more goons movin' in
Men came from the womb, so we soon die of sin
I'm a room in the room, don't turn my doorknob
I ain't St. Valentine, but I'm still a heart throb
It's the "Renaissance Child", replace the art they rob
I don't place it on the walls, now I place it in bars
[Hook: Hell Razah]
It's the "Maccabeez House"
Be careful of the doors you open
'Cause it might be ya casket closin'
It's the "Maccabee House"
Be careful of the doors you open
'Cause it might be ya casket closin'
[Verse 3: Timbo King]
You know I'm King by blood, got Solomon genes
If you look close, you could see my angel wings
Halo fitted, on me like the Mitchell and Ness
An the power that's possessed is a Heavenly bless
Call me Landlord, I own a twelve room house
Acres of green pastures with sheep's and cows
Hebrew thugs, the streets call me Young Jehovah
Send a prayer to those lost souls trapped inside 'em
Wash up in a fountain of youth with no cloth
And we don't wear, symbols of death, no cross
Jacob son, no kin to Jacob's slums
It's the house of Israel, where the neighbors come
Knock at the door, get greeted by the Tribe of Dan
If you steal anythin', we choppin' off ya hands
Respect the Kingdom, this where I rest my head
Crown of David, haircut round and faded
Robe of light, tailor made, go with the Timbs
And my look is so sharp you be callin' me Shim
My first and last name on the deeded bread
Shalom, I the seed of Eden, the mice is dead
[Hook: Hell Razah]
It's the "Maccabeez House"
Be careful of the doors you open
'Cause it might be ya casket closin'
It's the "Maccabee House"
Be careful of the doors you open
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Yeah, everybody out for the "CREAM"
Yeah, all y'all money lovers, where y'all at?
Shouldn't be lovin that, word up
(Know I'm sayin?)
[Break: Hell Razah]
Money is the root of all evil
Money is the root of all evil
I'll or illegal, it control most people
Some'll die for it, some'll steal, some'll beat you
Said some'll die for it, some'll steal, some'll beat you
Said money is the root of all evil
I'll or illegal, it control most people
Said some'll die for it, some'll beat you
Said some'll die for it, some'll beat you
[Hell Razah:]
I said just when you made plans came Sunz of Man
Wrapped in turbens, black suburbans
Sharp as surgeons, gatherin virgins in the urbans
Money got you lovin it, cops got us thuggin it
Controlled by the government, we now claim or covenent
Black, broke and strugglin, you go nigga we double it
Blow like death wishes, cats that's suspicious
Targets me misses, you kill your own kind
From Brooklyn to Palestine, between peace and war's thin lines
Snakes out the righteous, drop the 4th Disciple
And plus your whole crew worship idols, we inherited the titles
Win wars, without a battle, gather lost cattle
You babble, Babylon, we run this marathon
[Prodigal Sunn:]
We runnin this shit
In this materialistic world, what is that your girl?
Money, diamonds and pearls, sparkers and curls
Frontin in Troupers and Land Cruisers
Now listen loser, you could never play to scan the ruler
Keep a nine Luger for false intruders, set a maneuver
Smart computers, smart consumers, dark Kahlua's
Smoother than fantasies and luxuries, writin plush degrees
Forcive energy, crushin emcee's in my vicinity
For centuries, the enemy slept on my chemistry
Explanaty is misery, destruction in reality
Aborted to my technicalities, he died in tragedy
Swift strategies, burnt his body like some calories
I eat to live, speak and give, teach my rid in my crib
In how the righteous weigh and how the devil live
In '97 be on the look out for the bretheren
Your bretheren, stationed in grass, bad medicine
[Chorus: Hell Razah & 60 Sec. - singing]
For the love of money, they got to have it
Dollar bills, we paid the bills
For the love of money, they got to have it
Live by the steel that kill for mills
For the love of money, they got to have it
Sunz of Man will always reveal
For the love of money, they got to have it
He got to have it, she got to have it
We got to have it, they got to have it
You got to have it, have it, have it, have it
[60 Second Assassin:]
People of the world today, watches the tide while it blows away
Ooh-ooh, and their money is gone day after day, wastin your time
You left your money in your own damn pocket
Strained out the socket, and do it got ya?
Finally now that your money's gone
And if I was your friend, I wanna sing along
With your dough you got dollars and your sacks of them dollars
Maybe it don't want to be all around you
Ohh-ohh-ohh, sittin on the top of the beach watchin your money roll away
Ohh, you was in that same old game, wastin your time
No more money to stall, that black drug money is stuck back home
Ohh, I said I got three mouths to feed and it's all about the money
Ohh, I said M-O-N-E-Y, third eye see the dollar sign
Ooh, just for them dollar signs, wastin time
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Lost Ark...
As they search and invaded countries
And territories and lands...
More and more places, they searched
And they invaded, and destroyed the conquered people
For the Ark of the Covenant
Holy of the Holies... instill...
And the word translated in English read...
[Hell Razah:]
Don't touch the deck of love, we was made in the image of God
We was formed out of the dust, when they finish the stars
I'm Israeli, and half alien, covered with skin
As a sperm learned to swim, now we flooded in sin
My results of DNA, was a sign of may day
When they looked and seen my X-Ray, they started to pray
My street team was seen in a dead man's dream
Go 'head, get ya green, til my album is king
No tribe can make music, like Judah bloodstream
Don't vow, make a promise to America's queen
They computering your offspring, with a vaccine
With the evidence of Genesis, the book of the genes
I'm the virus to the Internet, give it to knight us
Arthritis, to you writers, love to follow Osirus
More brighter than the lighters, that'll get in your iris
And spit gasoline rhymes, in the city of fire
My saliva's like lava, for hell's thermometer
On the mic, I'm two hundred and twelve in Fahrenheit
In kilometers, I travel, and burn your satellite
Come down and break bread, with the pharaohs at night
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
We read our names in the Hebrew text, look like the black Odets
We Hell Razah's of the Lost Ark
We get our ate, from the blood of the sphinx, for the thugs and the saints
We Hell Razah's of the Lost Ark
We young pharaohs, we waving our pistols, on the search for the hiss ghost
We Hell Razah's of the Lost Ark
UFO's got invisible shields, on the seeds of Israel
We Hell Razah's of the Lost Ark
[Hell Razah:]
We the chosen ones out the Bible
Still serving other Gods and idols, we get our name from the angel Michael
Ain't nothing changed, it's the same cycles
We must awaken up the Christ inside you
Seek scriptures instead of rifles, trying to fight, could be suicidal
We wrestle, not against, flesh and blood
It's modern Exodus, the second flood
We build an ark with the art of love, below the dark clouds up above
From the humble to the hardest thugs
From the queens to the harlots in these strip clubs
Line of Judah when it's crying cubs, out selling or they buying drugs
From the government, who fly it in
This be the Babylon, we dying in
But through the truth, we can rise again (get up)
Wise words do apply to sin, we suffering cause the pride of men
I'll resurrect 'em when I grab the pen
[Intro: Hell Razah talking to some unknown guy]
[phone rings]
What up? (I'm on my way to see him right now)
Yo you buggin man! (Yeah) Yo we gotta get this nigga man
(Don't worry about that, son)
You still sniffin that shit, man? (I'm on it, I'm on it)
[Hell Razah:]
His name is Pablo, he snowed like an eskimo
Even could smuggle it through Mexico, the best of 'dro
That grow good enough to make him extra dough
In my ghetto we know him as White Diablo
Smoke coke off a passport, a lot of love in New York
Got crooked cops even callin him boss
Four lawyers paid off for some chicks that transport
In a Jansport, still, it ain't cut ya hands off
In the ward or the section where they drop the grams off
Too tired, his fears was the best throw off
Tipped the doorman a grand without touchin his hand
Tell him "Stand there and signal if there's federal vans"
In a penthouse with twenty ki's under the couch
A mastermind to the kitty game with cat and mouse
Six o' clock gon' be a door knock
Check the money in the suitcase and make sure you load up the glocks
Eight o'clock you gon' flee the scene, downstairs is a limosine
That chauffer is part of the team
Bring my CREAM through La Guardia, fuck the monitor
I got men in that security room shinin my shoes
When ya ass get off that plane I'm in the baggage claim
With a sign of ya last name holdin a cane
Hurry up and bring my money, I ain't playin no games
We on our way to hit the stockin exchange, yea
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
I'm 'bout Yen, Pounds, Euros and Pesos
Ain't no catchin no bodies until I say so
If I ain't baggin up 'dro, givin out halos
I'm on that overtime grind, makin my bankroll
Yen, Pounds, Euros and Pesos
Ain't no catchin no bodies until I say so
If I ain't baggin up 'dro, givin out halos
I'm on that overtime grind, makin my bankroll
Yen, Pounds, Euros and Pesos
[Break: Man over the phone]
Yo God, what's good man?
Where you at, man?
I'm on 3, I got the Barry White album with me
The Al Green album with me
Man, it's kinda leary out here
Hurry up!
[Bronze Nazareth:]
Meanwhile, a Wayne Metro, fillin Petro in a 745
Lookin for the purple bag with the Devil's emblem
Blendin employee style, transfer the pounds
Roll weed in my passport, slip past four hounds
Look the other way, too many murders in town
From the skyview we rain rocks Larry Chambers style
Twenty birds with four corrupt lawyers in their pocket
Walk with a gat but ki in each of their vaginas
Sheets spread on the plane to remain anonymous
Took ten cabs to the Historia from La Guardia
Told the doorman "Lookout for unmarked vans"
Notifed this bust nearby, his day was goin grand
Now I'm in, disect the couch in the pit house
Twenty ki's, no trouble please and shots ring out [gunshots]
Six o' clock, you not, still sniffin his brains out
Pablo main route, come up short, pencil ya frame out
Two hours to do a handcount, please sit still
Load the flocks into the glocks, it's mornin so just chill
Everything routine, eight P.M. to the limosine
A chaffeur with no words, he knows the novel scheme
Bring the CREAM through the detection machine
We insured on the other side of the lens, our luggage is clean
Send one of my doves out to the baggage claim
Look for the Sun of Man, young face with Dragon and King
Hurry up, bring the money up or we'll garnish ya wage
We tryin to get out to the stockin exchange
[Chorus]
[Sample from a news report:]
Escobar's criminal history surfaces in the Colombian press
His fall from grace is swift
His uncle is banished from the political scene
[Chorus x2: Hell Razah]
We gonna live our life (life, life/damn right)
Ain't no way you can stop us (no way)
We gonna feed our babies off of this and
Niggas gonna hate me when I'm rich, but
[Hell Razah:]
On probation and project dreams, young coke fiends
United families divided by cream
Black prophet in the gothic city, death and taxes
Be a promise to the biggest willie, feel me?
Broad day, guns spray where the childrens play
Mothers pray they sons, don't grow the wrong way
It's a struggle in my ghetto and somebody gotta pay
For the homeless that's kicked out with no where to stay
Since the 80's, crack babies, carry three eighties
Lately, young ladies strip for leather Avi's
Good weed and they money crazy and lazy
I thank the Lord for the breath he gave me, to raise me
And my people out of slavery, wherever Razah be
I let my niggas free, the wages be death where you sit
Felt the pain like the loss of my friends, Todd and Glenn
Got me wondering, is it gon' end and start thundering?
[Chorus x2]
[Hell Razah:]
Victory is Razah, underestimated savior
Ring bells on both sides of the equator
With the heart of a gladiator, I'm god's advicator
I tear apart all exaggerators
I let off steam like a radiator, I talk to God when I say my prayers
And never do songs with slave traders
I Raze the dead out of six layers
Each thought'll get a moon craters, I bring the Alpha to your Omegas
Haters, can't fade us, I'm off the meter so you can't rate us
We in the crime that'll make the papers
Play the water like we alligators
And send shots through your navigators
I'm Nat Turner the rebellious one, fuck the jealous
I'm out to sell this (how?) Like the return of Elvis
And sing a song with the four and the 20 elders
Devils, held us to chains and they tried to shelf us
But in the end, wanted picture and repent ain't help us
Many are called, but a few felt us, now you stuck
With the same hand, ya'll niggas delt us...
Smell Us? Uh...
Illuminati wanna kill her
Single mothers looking for her
So this is written for the little...
Grown man is even scared off...
School is empty cause is plenty...
[Hell Razah:]
I know shorty you feel alone like Macaulay Culkin
That you won't make it to see forty before you see a coffin
But don't rush to sell your soul for that fame and fortune
If it ain't no bigger portrait then it ain't important
They try to tell you, you an orphan till you metamorphosis
He rolled up, lit a blunt then he started coughing
He said "Raz', what about the chicks and all the cautions? "
I look up the rich quarters and these Ricky Ross'
I grew up in broken homes, had to see divorces
I was born to Marvin Gaye and Diana Ross shit
Seen my pops flush his ki's in the toilet
And all he wanted for his family was a better fortune
He took a toke then he passed me the L
I'm like Howard in hell, it's Harvard and Yale
We dying in jail
College funds now turning to bail
That's the coffin and nail
We walk around without no knowledge and cells
There's gunfire in the schoolyard, 12 years old
Ain't got no plan that's designed when you design their clothes
Get the knowledge shorty, Wallaby free
You seem smarter then me, see I can see you as the next Spike Lee
He blew the ashes off his white T
[crowds gathering and gun fire scene]
[Hell Razah:]
Bullets ricochet and blew through him off a stray
A few hours from his birthday
Shit got in his way
As he lay there, holding the shop, begin to pray
Kept coughing up blood, couldn't hear what he say
All the high pitch screaming, more pressure, he kept bleeding
Check his heart beating pulse, make sure he's still breathing
(C'mon Lord) Please walk me through the rest of this evening
(Ayo pass me a phone) (Here!)
Somebody call 911, he said take my gun
If I die would you raise my son?
I said homie look me dead in my eye
I'm right here, by your bedside to make sure they keep you alive
I heard the echo's of his motherly cries
We had brotherly ties, so when they shot him I felt it inside me
With holes in his right lungs, you gon' survive, three
[More crowds echo]
[Female reciting in Hebrew]
[Hell Razah:]
And the stars fell from Heaven
Medatron, Medatron
Lucifer fell landed on Earth we call it Hell
Where the Romans still searching for stones and Holy Grails
Now I sit outta Miriam's Well
Spit Kabbalah spells, time will tell niggas who real
No matter how you say, I'll sit with a cell from dwell
Call me Razial; I'm back like Chameleon's tail
Raise the ships outta Roswell Mexico, praise the ghetteo
Bring it down to a slave on the days of Jericho
Now we're chased by the force of the Pale Horse of Pericho
Amerigo Vespucci son, get the Uzi
I move with the spirit of Bruce Lee
A true bee, written in the Hebrew sling on top of loose leaf
Wisdom can make a few Greek, Arabs and the Jews meet
Niggas say I'm too deep, while they saying I'm too street
There's no more pilgrims now, I watched the jewel thief
A scheme on the gems and treasures of Razah Rubiez
The Rabbi, The Renaissance Child
(Y'all ain't fucking with my nigga
Real lyrics, Maccabeez, Wings Up)
[Hell Razah:]
I kiss my mama how the Pope do the Black Madonna
Marijuana got my brain like I sat on the sauna
Only way I'm fucking with you if you add the comma
Son I'm trying to see Malcolm on the face of my dollar
I done build ex-cons and even ate with scholars
Chicks holla, I ain't even gotta pop no collar
Dick ridaz musta been thinking that my name is Impala
Till they end up in the hole of them niggas they follow
A wise man once said and it stuck in my head
Let the dead bury the dead, their future is read
So if I sign a contract, I'm a do it in red
With a Federal tax ID, I need sovereignty
Honestly, in fact I'll be that nominee
Too real for Grammy awards, gimme a 48 track board
And kick snares, some 808's and drums
Yeah, and I'm a kick down these industry doors
[talking: Razah]
Yeah, Razah Rubiez, Renaissance, Iron Gorillas
[Hell Razah:]
While there's wars in Lebanon
I write it like King David in Psalms
See I was born to them horns of Saravan
Yeah, it's Ariel Sharon, the suicide bomb
Nat Turner nightmares and chasing Uncle Tom's
(Get 'em, get 'em) El-Razial code name: we Medatron
I got 'em open like dope vain for methadone
Without a right to bare arms, I'm mentally the don
You can't fuck with the God, he's seven bars beyond
They love to hate it and translate it and read it wrong
My definition is nonfiction I rhyme different
Then your everyday rap gimmick design image
You invented a clone of DNA digit
Number 472; 82; 87; 71 step to the front
It's time to stand up man
You've been called to be shipped
We're like endangered species right now
We might as well go and bury our self, we need help
Seek health, like knowledge and self
They tried to tell me I can't blow
'Cause I ain't tap-dancing like Sambo
My pants low from that Black Market Commando
I stand for righteousness, truth and straight facts
It's combat, gimme a drum and hard hats
Is this a office or a court room?
Burn my contract
Tell these Indies and these Majors I want my songs back
Make your moms buy iPod and download that
I'm on that seventy, thirty tilting my derby
Ayo these niggas is chicks they all purty
They smirk like they're trustworthy ready to murk me
I'm poison for the bloodthirsty begging for mercy
I'm blowing on that [sniff] sour Ds, mixed it with Hershey's
I spit it heavenly, my wisdom transform the melodies
Being black is like I already been born with felonies
A hundred bars like a Centipede pray for enemies
I got genes in me from the unseen and dead poets
Claustaphobic to one track minds that ain't focused
[Chorus: Razah]
We might as well go and bury our self
We need help, seek health
Like knowledge and self or get shelved
Lord help us, you gotta measure your wealth it's all else
You gotta measure your wealth it's all else
We might as well go and bury our self
We need help, seek health
Like knowledge and self or get shelved
[talking: Razah]
We need help more time
We're suffering
It's time to send out the war cries and ride out
The Government wanna kill us man
Yeah!
G.G.O.
Ghetto Government Official
Yeah!
G.G.O.
Yeah!
[Hell Razah:]
They say I got a conscious flow
A box full of Optimus
Got tell a bomb squad Sharon's 'bout to blow
Plant a seed then water it and watch it grow
Since Bush stole the skull of Geronimo
We roll deeper then the Navajo with calico
My halo glow like a U.F.O.
I throw lava in volcano
Kill how Cain did Abel with no label
What you bringing to this round table?
I sit amongst Kings, Prophets and Black Angels
Who speak truth on our truce angles
The youth dangle of a rope in the prison cell
We don't wanna sell dope but we living in hell
The Black male DNA from the blood cell
I drink up from the Holy Grail
Can't even trust even a email
They got my name misspelled as El-Razial
Written with the finger of God
I'm a Rayon, rhyming aligning the stars
I'm the top shelf liquor by the bomb
Cognac with a honey dip Cuban cigar
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
It go; one for the money
Two for the divas
Three niggas snuck into the club with their heaters
Four more bottles of pop I'm too killer
My swag got iller
The Black Pancho Villa
I want my spot back I'm a Indian Giver
My flow be the Nile River
I deliver like liquor on a bad liver
You ain't a killer you're wired with a transmitter
It go; one for the hungry
Two for the eaters
Three more Presidents come to deceive us
World War IV; report to new leaders
My swag got iller
The Black Pancho Villa
I want my spot back I'm a Indian Giver
My flow be the Nile River
I deliver like liquor on a bad liver
You ain't a killer you're wired with a transmitter
[Hell Razah:]
Check it, I spit a 62 kilo, you not Gambino
I'm Black Cherokee; it's locked like the c-notes
I watch for the egos and drop 30 c-notes
32 shots in the the peek-hole
These niggas wanna re-vote
Therefore I feed 'em to the revolt
The Loc's and the Young Bloods with love for the revolt
What you mad at me for? I'm business like Nino
My 16 blowing like C-4
Hide in the planes up in heat throat
Legal or illegal we gon' eat tho'
At 15 we turning into Ninos
Hoes in that Christian Dior who sip semen befo'
Come through the door then she leaving in war
Condoleezza Rice rolling da dice and yo life
George Bush wanna cheat on his life it's so trife
It's still a plantation, slave making of a Freemasons
If you awake you'll see the son of Satan
Maccabeez, 730, HipHopGame
[Hell Razah:]
Hell Razah I reps the Nu Kemet
We be no gimmick, I give niggas the business
You be too tentitive to fuck with each sentence
I'm next presented of the Maccabee lineage
Flows be authentic, eight bars I'm in it
About to take this game in a New York minute
I ain't one of them niggas who ain't living
The crown on tilted to the side 'cause you don't fit it
Me, I've been king of the hood since Champion hoody
Before back was the place to Philly
It ain't pretty when your face gotta taste the semi
It was friendly when we all had to scrape for pennies
Gimme twenty emcees that was never signed
And then I take twenty more before I drop a line
As now more niggas with deals who can't rhyme
Now that's forty-nine niggas ate at the same time
[Hell Razah:]
Nowadays you can't tell who's a gimmick or real
So I let my gun manage them, to give them the deal
Brought an extra clip with me just to finish the kill
Tell your label that your royalties pay for the bill
You's a write-off artist like an industry mill
Now that contract you just signed became your will
The more I spill, more burners from Israel
Killers couldn't feel what you were spitting if they swallowed an E pill
Sit still, this the barbers chair, Razah be a sharper spear
At midnight my revolvers flair, they heard the young Godfather's near
I pop-pop like it's happy new years
When we meet, wanna pass weed and Heineken beers
When you see me with my polar bears hide your ears
We turn the hood into woods, start hunting the dears
Desert Eagles like Noah, we get them in pairs
One male, one female, then pick up the shells
I bet you stop spitting fire when I send you to Hell
And what's sixteen bars if it ain't in the jail?
You locked without bail in your own brain cell
And wonder why no homies ain't sending you mail
Check it
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Aiyo it's Hell Razah, all my niggas keep some bail paper
'Cause I'm still gonna sell, haters
Aiyo it's Hell Razah, you only get back what you gave us
So we're feeling like Larry Davis
Aiyo it's Hell Razah, pull chicks driving Navigators
We got lofts with the elevators
Aiyo it's Hell Razah, I only build with them true gangsters
Who got it locked down to the Incas
[Hell Razah:]
I keep it ghetto where it's grimy grimy
You know how Bed-Stuy be throwing them block parties
Building with God Bodies
Before lardy dardy, before John Gotti
Before Biggie Smalls, BK been lively
My project army Red Hook been behind me
I spit jewels shiny, bright as Illuminati
The black owls see the white inside Colin Powell
Hitler and George Bush, that's why you acting Nazi
I be a Child of Israel, this young Haile Selassie
Maccabee Ridaz, Renaissance Child, let's go!
[Chorus:]
We ride out, with angels, they all die, with halos
We ride out, with angels, they all die, with halos
We ride out, with angels, they all die, with halos
We ride out, with angels, they all die, with halos
[Hell Razah]
Knock, knock, who is it? I'm back
Stop the gimmicks, I pop-pop the biscuit
And shut down ya businesses
They wanna whitewash, scan, copy my image
While I became a menace 'cause I found my limits
They opened up the book of life and seen my name in it
Same sentence showed my wages of death if I ain't living
Ask the Lord for forgiveness of sins that I committed
Even Solomon predicted you can't die with your riches
Of course, don't pillow talk when you lie with them bitches
Each verse be worth money like Egyptian pictures
It got worse since the Bush's took that torch from Hitler
Pour out liquor for my dead comrades, I ain't forget ya man
A lot of sex but I'm no Caligula
I'm living hip-hop, son you just a visitor
A lot of faces and the names is similar
I build with the O.G.'s down to superiors, yea
[Chorus]
[Hell Razah:]
In this modern era I be a terror black Che Guevara
On wax I'm like anthrax wrapped in a letter
My berretta is for them slaves with forgotten graves
Like the names of Dred Scott, I'm aiming with headshots
With scopes and red dots on old prejudice cops
Who plot on dope blocks when coke measurement drops
There's more drugs in schools for kids with no pops
My hood is like a cemetery
They gave us project tombstones and sanctuaries
This for them kids outside that's in the military
No matter Bush or is Kerry, they both want us buried
There's a war outside, I hope you getting ready
Get off ya celly and stand up and grab a semi-
Automatic, for any static, Maccabee Military, yeah
[Chorus 2: Hell Razah]
First we hit 'em high, then we hit 'em low
It's either Heaven or Hell, you pick the way to go
First we hit 'em high, then we hit 'em low
It's either Heaven or Hell, you pick the way to go
First we hit 'em high, then we hit 'em low
It's either Heaven or Hell, you pick the way to go
First we hit 'em high, then we hit 'em low
[Intro: Hell Razah]
Yeah, Heaven Razah
Aiyo my pen is mightier than the sword
Data Productions, it's a weapon
Yea, after this shit, send a nigga back to re-record it
Maccabeez, the Rabii, soldier general
Dreddy Krug', the Razah's back, nigga, yea
Check it...
[Hell Razah:]
My time be worth money but I'm not a Rolex
My passport got stamps getting dough in Quebec
I gun test your best, put a whole in your chest
Leave you screaming, bleeding needing a Cotex
From the blood, sweat and tears, I'm hurting careers
With OG's who be cleaning their guns, the raw years
Come by in the shootout rolling in wheelchairs
Same spot you be hustling, niggas get killed there
Hop up for the D's to pop up
The ice in the chain's like frozen vodka
Ain't nothing sweet here, we holding partner
I burn your roster, smoke y'all like trees from a Rasta
You no MC's, you thieves and impostors
Clones and backstabbers, half-smiling faces
My gun hit anyone son, it ain't racist
Put you on TV, even on newspapers
Who wanna get shot to be young, rich and famous?
And take it up the anus for rap entertainment
And sell their soul to be surrounded by strangers
I'm dangerous...
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
This is 'H&R; Block' where I 'Rapid Refund'
Got connects with Arabs that sell machineguns
Know Jamaicans with trees that's born with green thumbs
[Hell Razah:]
I'm a kidnap your queen and wait 'til the king come
Take the life from the bishops and knights with one knife
Checkmate, I assassinate the head of the snake
Stare the judge in the face while I'm pleading my case
Razah verse the people of the New York State
I'm not guilty, the government got plans to kill me
Just because you wash your hands you still filthy
I hope y'all film me
Criminology, crime pays, snakes moving in sideways
I switch lanes on lames like I'm a highway
I get your brain enslaved into my sound wave
Still smoke me an ounce a day, violate, four pounds are sprayed
I keep labs out of town to stay, where Osama pray
It's Ghetto Government USA
I hooked up with two ese's and AKs in East LA
International, worldwide Maccabee
Admire the rabbi, 'Razah Rubies'
Spit King Tut jewellery that 'Shining' like Jack Nicholson
I'm the first and the last so there ain't no middle men
Got trees of that ganja like I sponsor Timberlands
Niggas gong back and forth, I ain't playing Wimbledon with them
[Break: Hell Razah]
Let my tracks just talk to niggas
Yo Data
[Hell Razah:]
I got them scared, can't sleep, with a gun in his palm
Know Arabs from Yemen who be wiring bombs
Big guns when we shoot them that be shaking your arms
Feds studying my tape like it came from Saddam
Y'all Uncle Tom ass niggas, knowing y'all feel this
Have my killers come through the block and rob y'all dealers
Run up in your label, smack your A&R;
'Cause he seeing kickback while you kicking wack bars
I make you a star, give you scars and some bullet wounds
Put you on the table in the operator room
My scope got view that will zoom from the rifle
It's Maccabee Militant, project survival
I tap to a scripture on my arm from the Bible
And make 'Rebel Music' for snipers to ride to
The son of Castro, my pops had an afro
Now be a poppy seed, cooking up a crack blow
Back like '88, sheep skins and rope chains
Do it like Kline and say he did it to the coke game
Born when Cadillac's played Johnny Coltrane
Raised off of Al Green killing it on Soul Train
Fucks with me
[Outro: Hell Razah]
R.H.P., y'all niggaz is fuckin' wack
GGO, Maccabeez official
Uh-huh, Daddy Razah
What up? Yeah... Data
Did another one... another one
