(Chorus) Razah x2 From Brooklyn to Moscow what we got now Mezza Morta meets the Renaissance Child From Red Hook to Russia now we move crowds International, they bow down
[Hell Razah] Since the days of Atari I follow the steps of Marcus Garvey I ride on anything wrong that's not Godly A shotgun get in my hand become a Sharpie I write down the day of your death if you ain't spark me The sequel was no room left to see a part 3 I'm back like Jason 40s with more weed 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 Got genes in me from the unseen and dead poets Claustaphobic to one track minds that ain't focused At the edge is a dead end road with Black Vultures We might as well go and bury our self We need help, seek health Like knowledge and self or get shelved Will I be noble and free? A young mogul Noble Drew Ali I stare like Constantinople show you who I be See I'm in bars with cognac, cigars' Happy ending from Maccabeez, Japanese massages From the heavens where God lives Regardless you press charges, we insert the cartridge The Grim Reaper with a street sweeper You hot boy I'm the heat seeker You iced out I'ma deep freezer And I don't think y'all don't want no beef neither I got to Russia like a Saint Peter Renaissance
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[Hell Razah] Since the days of Atari I follow the steps of Marcus Garvey I ride on anything wrong that's not Godly A shotgun get in my hand become a Sharpie I write down the day of your death if you ain't spark me The sequel was no room left to see a part 3 I'm back like Jason 40s with more weed 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 Got genes in me from the unseen and dead poets Claustaphobic to one track minds that ain't focused At the edge is a dead end road with Black Vultures We might as well go and bury our self We need help, seek health Like knowledge and self or get shelved Will I be noble and free? A young mogul Noble Drew Ali I stare like Constantinople show you who I be See I'm in bars with cognac, cigars' Happy ending from Maccabeez, Japanese massages From the heavens where God lives Regardless you press charges, we insert the cartridge The Grim Reaper with a street sweeper You hot boy I'm the heat seeker You iced out I'ma deep freezer And I don't think y'all don't want no beef neither I got to Russia like a Saint Peter Renaissance
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