[Intro: Hell Razah] Roll up that dutch Fokis, Hell Razah, Priesthood, Mellow, Data Brooklyn, Bed-Stuy, Bushwick, Red Hook
[Hell Razah] A lot of kitties wanna fuck you when that cash is coming Tell Bush I spit weapons of mass destruction Niggas spending half their budget on wack production I was taught have your own dough, don't ask for nothing And if she over eighteen then her ass is fucking Karma Sutra, my mind rule her body and soul More purer than a diamond that come out of that coal I reload when I hear the drum roll Kicks and sneers, my mic switch hands like 'Musical Chairs' You don't know what I do to careers We the people under the stairs in projects stroking our beards If I cry, stigmata got blood in my tears Write a verse on the Vatican wall, I'm grabbing my sword And ride in the name of the Lord, I clip wires and chords Too many rappers who be liars and frauds It's 'Fahrenheit 9/11' when I hold the weapon It's Razah, I can take you through Hell or Heaven A living legend young OG raise the oldies '70's, Isaac Hayes, my eyes look hazed For them rebels that I love that's inside the graves
[Chorus 2X: Hell Razah] It goes '123', you don't wanna get H-I-T You don't wanna be RIP Just to try to be in hip hop, oh no
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[Hell Razah] A lot of kitties wanna fuck you when that cash is coming Tell Bush I spit weapons of mass destruction Niggas spending half their budget on wack production I was taught have your own dough, don't ask for nothing And if she over eighteen then her ass is fucking Karma Sutra, my mind rule her body and soul More purer than a diamond that come out of that coal I reload when I hear the drum roll Kicks and sneers, my mic switch hands like 'Musical Chairs' You don't know what I do to careers We the people under the stairs in projects stroking our beards If I cry, stigmata got blood in my tears Write a verse on the Vatican wall, I'm grabbing my sword And ride in the name of the Lord, I clip wires and chords Too many rappers who be liars and frauds It's 'Fahrenheit 9/11' when I hold the weapon It's Razah, I can take you through Hell or Heaven A living legend young OG raise the oldies '70's, Isaac Hayes, my eyes look hazed For them rebels that I love that's inside the graves
[Chorus 2X: Hell Razah] It goes '123', you don't wanna get H-I-T You don't wanna be RIP Just to try to be in hip hop, oh no
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