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(Hell Razah) |
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Yeah, yeah yo |
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I'm like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of wisdom |
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In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system |
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We complete like the solar system |
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Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks |
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Everyday be a court date recorded on tape |
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Hell Raizah grab the mic and send your show to a wake |
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Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead weight |
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We negotiate wit .38's in a ?nor? face |
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GZA came wit the Liquid Swords killin you all |
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I'm the virus in the street that'll get in your paws |
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See me jumpin outta four-doors wit my road dogs |
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All you soldiers want wars when you don't know laws |
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You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of Billboard |
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Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord |
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G-G Maccabee, K-P-P rapidly |
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Aiyyo Prodical, niggas is charged wit blasphemy |
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Chorus (Hell Razah) |
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AND ALL THAT HARD ROCK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy) |
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AND IF YOU'RE FEELIN LIKE AN ENEMY (come after me) |
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(Killah Priest) |
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I heard the sweet words from sour tongues |
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Vent poison in the ears of the ?grown-z's? dead head for years |
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Shed a tear for the underwear under the stairs |
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Left naked in the shame from hunger and fear |
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Shots were fired in the darkest moments |
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Niggas missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit |
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Sacreligious, days of atonement |
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Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone wit |
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Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs |
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Drunk a cup of blood |
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We trained the same time Peter sprayed a slug |
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We all trapped in this dream scared to wake up |
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I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture |
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Streets are filled wit goons and bloody niggas |
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I seen my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach |
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Caught him off-guard, foldin his hundred |
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It's like a life never ends, never know when it's comin |
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(Trigga) |
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Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses violent |
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Live from medalion, ?nometry? dealin equality |
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You could stop to see profiles of me |
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Mic styles of me, lifestyles of me |
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Parallel prophecy, three-sixty degree |
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Complete the formation, salute the salvation |
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A Wu nation, do the knowledge no hatin |
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No misbehavin, lyrical affiliation |
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Artist in occupation together maintainin |
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Brain stainin, metaphor mutilatin |
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This generation, a misleading calculation |
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No elevation, time wastin and live chasin |
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(Prodigal Sun) |
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A day and night crime scene, livin in the time machine |
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Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen over some green |
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Surrounded by crooks, a life wit jux and bloody heist |
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It's a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice price |
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In this hell puzzle filled wit bitches, money and trouble |
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Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy f**kin up the hustle |
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It's a struggle, in jungle wit sin we fondle men |
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Plus a prison, ain't no division and no religion |
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And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical |
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Cash phenomenal, blast at your abdominal |
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Niggas is comical, f**kin wit the abominal |
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Son, I promise you, you won't live to see tomorrow |
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Catch a slug in the back of your head at the Apollo |
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I'm a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo |
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(Let's mark that ass nigga) |
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Chorus 3x |
