Hell Razah
Hell Razah - Verbal Fire lyrics
Your rating:
[Intro: Hell Razah] GGO, Ghetto Government Official Uh... what's that? Aiyo Data I'm a body you on this one Little niggaz tappin' into the chamber These fake niggaz wanna be me, son They're tryin' to clone me Tryin' to clone ya homie Word, yo, yo... [Hell Razah:] It all started with 'Preme Back in '91, fresh on the scene Mad Mob was the team of our Red Hook dream We used to gun sling, get CREAM of a drug fiends In the hallway, roll weed, the sunflower seeds Thirteen when I lost my moms Fourteen I got locked with Twin, we when to Spotford then Fifteen they took one of my men, that was Glen In the building, back then my pain began Trebag had the fame of the pen, he must of seen I could win I used to break dance, the mad little spins So he taught me and Sunny to write Up in my lab late nights, rollin' dice, him, Supreme and Mike We was live and direct to Da Last Future For my first rhyme, now 4th my producer Had a style that my projects wasn't used to Started hangin' with them drug dealers and them boosters Up in John J rappin' in school hallway I got mad ass, even ask Foxy and Gav Had the hall on smash then I linked with 'Bazz We used to build, front dash about fuckin' with Wu Me and 7th did 'Livin' In Hell' Pressed up independent, not knowin' if the record would sell Rae' and Ghost made 'Heaven & Hell', when I was hearin' it Meanwhile we thinkin' it was all coincidence 'Mental Combat', the b-side, style battle rap I was rated X, next heard 'Meth Vs. Chef' Not to notice I was snake bitten Sunz of Man did this track with the RZA 'As It Was Written' Before Nas came out with 'It Was Written' Same time 'Verbal Intercourse' started hittin' [Outro: Hell Razah] Hahahah... that's what's crackin' Razah Rubies, young veteran You know me, son, straight up Got purple hearts over ya favorite MC Straight up, y'all niggaz need to rewind that shit Niggaz, 'bout to 'ttack you with what's in my book for a long time Check out who I'm talkin' about We a bunch of crazy-ass niggaz Yea, smoke that weed... Yea, you can't fuck with the kid It's right, little homie Drink that Grey Goose... Yea...