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[talking: Razah]
Yeah, Razah Rubiez, Renaissance, Iron Gorillas
[Hell Razah:]
While there’s wars in Lebanon
I write it like King David in Psalms
See I was born to them horns of Saravan
Yeah, it’s Ariel Sharon, the suicide bomb
Nat Turner nightmares and chasing Uncle Tom’s
(Get ‘em, get ‘em) El-Razial code name: [...]
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[Heavy footsteps] [Knock on door] [Door squeaks & opens]
[Intro: Hell Razah {Killah Priest}]
{Set it!}
Renaissance, Priesthood, Bo King, throw ya M’s up
My father houses many mansion, Maccabeez House, walk in
[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
This is hip hop once my lips part
I spit dark words of proverbs
A parables [...]
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[Intro: Hell Razah (Killah Priest) {Timbo King}]
Yo come here Priest!
(Yo Razah I know you’re crazy)
What’s good? {Maccabeez}
Maccabeez International (Yo where ya bullets be?)
Saudi Records {Yeah word up Razah, Killah Priest} (You know!)
(Yo this one is gonna be the craziest joint in all the clubs around [...]
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[Intro: Hell Razah]
Yeah, everybody out for the “CREAM”
Yeah, all y’all money lovers, where y’all at?
Shouldn’t be lovin that, word up
(Know I’m sayin?)
[Break: Hell Razah]
Money is the root of all evil
Money is the root of all evil
I’ll or illegal, it control most people
Some’ll die for it, [...]
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[Intro: Killah Priest]
Bad person, in the underworld
The bad persons are the bad egg
A bad news, a bastard, a black sheep, the black god
All the vagabonds, thieves, the bums, the mask of the cowards
Villains, the criminals, the scoundrels, robbers, the racketeerers
The Angel said…
[Killah Priest:]
Look at the [...]
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[Intro: Razah]
Renaissance Child
But I gotta make a public announcement
Kno’I’m’saying, this hip-hop shit need a change
Kno’I’m’saying, word up, it’s the Renaissance Age
My pen is a lethal weapon right now
My mind is dead on
[Hell Razah:]
Yeah, understand my pain
We only use a few percent of our brain
The other [...]
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It’s a quiet resort to the dead
So will you stay here with me?
Those quiet calls from home
So lost and so alone
We are just fine, as anyone would be
Four years we’ve waited for
The chance to make it back
Now we’re all left for dead
As the choir starts [...]
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