[Chorus 1: Hell Razah] We form the ghetto government You either hate us or you lovin it Ghetto government for those who strugglin *Repeat 4X*
[Hell Razah (Killah Priest)] We form a congress wit our conscience Here to fight against Eden for our freedom til it get accomplished (We make the whole world astonished See us with our Macabee-an garments They bow down and pay homage, we God sent Movin through this evil world with a compass Niggaz die over nonsense, when the Koran spit) We hit ya soul like a Vietnam hit The Whitehouse be The Projects We study all that evil dialect Dead sea scrolls of a prophet With the mindstate we movin objects It be the livin word that's heard in your eardrums You gotta digest (Which king gotta die next? I'm on the street corner taking side bets >From set-trippin, Angels of Death slip in Which that cat wit the tech grippin We straight Crippin, blue flags and durags Other cats got they red out, cars sped out)
[Chorus 2: Killah Priest *singing*] I am king of Bethlehem We sit upon the throne Thousands die before us This is a story of a fallen kingdom *Repeat 2X*
[Killah Priest] A Full Moon glows, light reflects off of my Gold Seven men with Shields of David on top of they post Soft wind blows, breath through my silk blue robe After I feast, fall asleep between my seven pillows Feel my eyes close, then a motion picture screen show See the world like looking through a foggy window See a large cliff of thugs, some Crips and some Bloods Neantha's, Latin kings, broken homes and shattered dreams They gather in teams around Jacob's Ladder Set up robots and make them scatter Cops watch them on they TV cameras They move in one manner When the speak, rhinos stand up Throw they hands up and make the cops take off they handcuffs Other thugs thats trapped up in back of vans and the bus On their way to Riker's, am I enlighther? It's now life, I'm put in ciphers ever since I was put in diapers Over six million passengers ships from Africa After the Jerusalem massacre After King Soloman we wore lavender See the David from the slaveships Now they call us Africans 'cause or skin match with them But that's a lot of foolish, so they can over rule us
[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 1: 2X]
[Hell Razah] Knights at the square table, share bread at last supper Lost seek to fulfill their prophecies, suffer We discuss the proverbs in Soloman's words Livin in visions of Daniel, revelation dreams Hebrew kings choppin off the eagle wings Second excellence, no more, sex, lies, drugs and pestilence My evidence, my own testament, written on wood Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods Idol worshippers, blasphemers, thieves and murderers Adulterers, holdin sexuals in land burglerers New York City dressed pretty with 'lectricity Blackout, computers shut down, 2000 assed out Reset the internet chip, communication wit Gabrielle in a spaceship, from a basement Apocalypse child, wars any sore playground Jews and gentles, fed Generation X-Files Cuz me and wisdom got a loyal marriage We not Africans, Indians nor we Arabs What?
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[Chorus 1: Hell Razah] We form the ghetto government You either hate us or you lovin it Ghetto government for those who strugglin *Repeat 4X*
[Hell Razah (Killah Priest)] We form a congress wit our conscience Here to fight against Eden for our freedom til it get accomplished (We make the whole world astonished See us with our Macabee-an garments They bow down and pay homage, we God sent Movin through this evil world with a compass Niggaz die over nonsense, when the Koran spit) We hit ya soul like a Vietnam hit The Whitehouse be The Projects We study all that evil dialect Dead sea scrolls of a prophet With the mindstate we movin objects It be the livin word that's heard in your eardrums You gotta digest (Which king gotta die next? I'm on the street corner taking side bets >From set-trippin, Angels of Death slip in Which that cat wit the tech grippin We straight Crippin, blue flags and durags Other cats got they red out, cars sped out)
[Chorus 2: Killah Priest *singing*] I am king of Bethlehem We sit upon the throne Thousands die before us This is a story of a fallen kingdom *Repeat 2X*
[Killah Priest] A Full Moon glows, light reflects off of my Gold Seven men with Shields of David on top of they post Soft wind blows, breath through my silk blue robe After I feast, fall asleep between my seven pillows Feel my eyes close, then a motion picture screen show See the world like looking through a foggy window See a large cliff of thugs, some Crips and some Bloods Neantha's, Latin kings, broken homes and shattered dreams They gather in teams around Jacob's Ladder Set up robots and make them scatter Cops watch them on they TV cameras They move in one manner When the speak, rhinos stand up Throw they hands up and make the cops take off they handcuffs Other thugs thats trapped up in back of vans and the bus On their way to Riker's, am I enlighther? It's now life, I'm put in ciphers ever since I was put in diapers Over six million passengers ships from Africa After the Jerusalem massacre After King Soloman we wore lavender See the David from the slaveships Now they call us Africans 'cause or skin match with them But that's a lot of foolish, so they can over rule us
[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 1: 2X]
[Hell Razah] Knights at the square table, share bread at last supper Lost seek to fulfill their prophecies, suffer We discuss the proverbs in Soloman's words Livin in visions of Daniel, revelation dreams Hebrew kings choppin off the eagle wings Second excellence, no more, sex, lies, drugs and pestilence My evidence, my own testament, written on wood Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods Idol worshippers, blasphemers, thieves and murderers Adulterers, holdin sexuals in land burglerers New York City dressed pretty with 'lectricity Blackout, computers shut down, 2000 assed out Reset the internet chip, communication wit Gabrielle in a spaceship, from a basement Apocalypse child, wars any sore playground Jews and gentles, fed Generation X-Files Cuz me and wisdom got a loyal marriage We not Africans, Indians nor we Arabs What?
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