[Sample from some interview] 

As a writer of young, I know you have influence in your writin 



[Intro: Hell Razah] 

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yo that's that nigga right there 

Yo I feel this right here 

For the street heads 

That's that nigga from the Sunz of Man right there 

Eh yo, I'm feelin that cat 

I gotta drink to this here 

Hell Razah, 9th chiddle 

This nigga doin the solo shit 

About to blid up 



[Chorus 2X: Hell Razah] 

This how it go down, millenium child 

Underground to Da Heavens, the Hell Razah stay reppin 

I got this game locked - no question 

I thank God for every last blessin 

Until it's Armageddon 



[Hell Razah] 

I'm more advanced than computer technology, invade your privacy 

Interruptions with no apology, take your mind for a great odyssey 

Drop a fishnet, so follow me where the prophets be 

Hollywood be astronomy, adul-atry rap 

The battle axe split your wig back 

Blood drip, leavin the track 

I got pressin plants scared to put me on wax 

From a thought to a debt-trap and two inch reels 

Wanna catch up where I'm at? Renew your skills 

Concentratin on my next move, lose your deal 

Stay on tour like a homeless traveller 

Some be wildin out their character 

They wonder why the ghetto's mad at ya 

I be the champion without a challenger 

My .40 caliber take your next days of the Roman calendar 

Hangin rappers by their gold chain, at a close range 

Scratch your name off the contract, get out of the game 

Pull your plug out from backstage on Soul Train 

I be a threat at a young age, the Hell to the Raze 

Solid rays be the diamond that your girl can't appraise 

To the most high in Christ, from my life give him praise 



[Interlude: Hell Razah] 

All my out of state niggas get money to this 

And all my on the corner niggas get money to this 

And all my weed smokin bitches get money to this 

And all my drinkin ass bitches get money to this 

And all my Hell Razah niggas get money to this 

And all my niggas feelin this get money to this 



[Hell Razah] 

We live the poverty life, fightin for sovereignty rights 

It's hard to be nice and let a snake lie to me 

I put a worm on a fishin hook to see if you bite 

These lyrics I write is for the ones believin in Christ 

We in the last nights of cars, chicks, weed and dice 

Children of darkness, can't achieve the light 

You rather, cut off your hand before receive this mic 

I only bleed for my G-G's who breathe a life 

Ain't nothin changed in this Garden Of Eden 

We mad for a reason 

Niggas that I trust will try to stop me from eatin 

Like I was Malcolm X, son, they tried to stop me from speakin 

I'm the livin word, death couldn't stop me from teachin 

Can't see 'em like the oxygen you breathin, solo or legion 

2000, everybody schemin late in the evenin 

Crackheads on store corners look for drugs on us 

My team got criminal lawyers bound before us 

We Ghetto Government 'til the world fall in love with it 

Don't sleep on the man's humbleness 

Don't forget the 5000 I fought you with, from the orphanage 

For the street I recorded it, so you could walk with it 

Got playas wanna war with it, floss or shot call with it 

Every time you hear me, son, I'm comin raw with it 



[Chorus x2] 



[Outro: Hell Razah] 

What? What? Come on 

Yeah, side to side 

All my niggas in their whips and shit 

All my niggas with their walkmans on 

All my niggas with their radios on 

Yeah, uh 

Apocalypse 2000