[Intro: Hell Razah (Sharecka)] Yeah.. (Yeah!).. S.O.M. baby It's Hell Razah, El Megatron Sharecka Niggaz is really fucked up (From the East to the West, North to the South Let's unite baby, what, niggaz is nice)
[Chorus 2X: Sharecka] One thing I can't stand When you makin' moves and individuals wanna downgrade you's 'Cause you choose to win or lose, yeah One thing I can't stand When niggas is sayin' this talk about makin' you famous Know the game and, know the game and know the game and, yeah
[Sharecka] Turn up trumps, we makin' noise in the world triumphalism Your history get written Where human freedom and natural necessities are curiously mingled We grow with power, gem of the first water Do this for my daughter Spontaneous overflow recollected through tranquillity The rhythm it got creation of all beauty Bankin' with the gift of speech Dabble in the upper crust, yo don't fuck with us Lord paramount, keeps the road Philosophers of stone Heavy letters mind controller Seven cities of Siabola, the iron soul While you buyin' whips, I'm buyin' gold Stack chips before the millennium unfold General minds, built with those that's buildin' with minds Panty wearin' niggas, gonna kill them in times This brick is stuck y'all for all y'all This is war y'all for all y'all Yo this is war nigga, believe
[Chorus 2X]
[Hell Razah] El Megatron, Sharecka, we walk like Enoch Two kids died by the weed spot Shorty learnt to love shit that he not I strengthen my weak spot Forty one shots got niggas holdin' three blocks George Bush wig could get pushed back By eighteen dropouts who cook crack, we're too far too look back Find me in the hidden scriptures sections of the book racks Niggas couldn't walk across water but they looked back The crack game is old now, check my DNA and bones now It's worth more than a gold crown Brooklyn's a dope town, where angels walk around with a trenchcoat Talkin' to the young souls who cut-throat, that get high from gun smoke Shorty almost died off of one toke, hangin' with the young lokes For Halloween I dress like the Holy Ghost And go and hunt the next Devil that we want the most
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[Chorus 2X: Sharecka] One thing I can't stand When you makin' moves and individuals wanna downgrade you's 'Cause you choose to win or lose, yeah One thing I can't stand When niggas is sayin' this talk about makin' you famous Know the game and, know the game and know the game and, yeah
[Sharecka] Turn up trumps, we makin' noise in the world triumphalism Your history get written Where human freedom and natural necessities are curiously mingled We grow with power, gem of the first water Do this for my daughter Spontaneous overflow recollected through tranquillity The rhythm it got creation of all beauty Bankin' with the gift of speech Dabble in the upper crust, yo don't fuck with us Lord paramount, keeps the road Philosophers of stone Heavy letters mind controller Seven cities of Siabola, the iron soul While you buyin' whips, I'm buyin' gold Stack chips before the millennium unfold General minds, built with those that's buildin' with minds Panty wearin' niggas, gonna kill them in times This brick is stuck y'all for all y'all This is war y'all for all y'all Yo this is war nigga, believe
[Chorus 2X]
[Hell Razah] El Megatron, Sharecka, we walk like Enoch Two kids died by the weed spot Shorty learnt to love shit that he not I strengthen my weak spot Forty one shots got niggas holdin' three blocks George Bush wig could get pushed back By eighteen dropouts who cook crack, we're too far too look back Find me in the hidden scriptures sections of the book racks Niggas couldn't walk across water but they looked back The crack game is old now, check my DNA and bones now It's worth more than a gold crown Brooklyn's a dope town, where angels walk around with a trenchcoat Talkin' to the young souls who cut-throat, that get high from gun smoke Shorty almost died off of one toke, hangin' with the young lokes For Halloween I dress like the Holy Ghost And go and hunt the next Devil that we want the most
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