Hell Razah
Hell Razah - Verbal Divorce lyrics
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[Intro: Razah] Yeah, take 'em back Raz' (Maccabeeeeez!) You know what I'm saying? This for my niggas that's just coming home Been locked down since like '91 and shit You know what I'm saying? (Hood shit for niggas that's left up in the projects Hell Razah, Priest and Timbo, we're the Prophets) Bugging the fuck out, but this what it is [Hell Razah:] They wanna lock rap stars inside the Solar System I hear the souls of victims Inside my SONY headphones when I'm recording wisdom It's like the distorted vision or just my intuition Saying I'm Digital Dope musical or drug addiction I'm sorta futuristic for all the youth convicted That gotta walk like Christ before the Crucifixion You gotta get permission before you use the Smithing I might stick the dog that they use for bomb sniffing I be the mortician that bury bodies different How is Hip-Hop dead if you gon' choose to listen? He be a veteran shown like Con Edison Too much power I blackout, I'm better than Y'all follow blueprints throwing your two cent My movement is new sense, blowing that blue spiff My music remind you of a '86 dude's flick I'm SHAFT with a toothpick and something that's ruthless And roofless and new kicks, only exclusives While two bars are two bricks, I'm back in the booth bitch! The truth is Razah got the hottest and new shit Recoup-less, niggas wanna get on some group shit You're married to the game better find you a new chick That contract you just signed I'm wiping my shoes with Yeah, 'Renaissance Child' Y'all niggas and ya fucking bullshit ass deals Ayo welcome to the Renaissance [Hook: Razah] Hood shit for niggas that's left up in the projects Hell Razah, Priest and Timbo, we're the Prophets Niggas, y'all niggas know what it is, yeah You know what I'm saying? Black Market 'Renaissance Child', coming soon Priest's Offering, coming soon Timboktu, street university baby Maccabeez, Black Market part 2 J. Ronin these niggas know they ain't rolling with us son So we rolling over these niggas son Uh-huh, what? Hood shit, project shit Y'all niggas need to put the mic down