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