[Intro: Hell Razah]

G.G.O., Ghetto Government Official

Razah, 4th Disciple



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Hip hop is a way of life, it's in my breath

The way I, breathe and step, not the way I dress

East to west, throw your arms right to left

Give me a mic and a crowd, and a turntable set



[Hell Razah]

Alotta niggaz turned thugs, after 2Pac died

Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High

KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise

Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by's

Slick Rick was the kingpin of all fly guys

Rakim kept it civilized, now it be Nas

Kool G. Rap made rhymes for the organized crimes

On the Road to they Riches, selllin' nickels and dimes

Cypress Hill made you feel, How Can I Just Kill a Man

Niggaz turned killers after Wu-Tang Clan

Startin' formin' into groups, so they can put on they fam

Puff Daddy had you samplin' old records to dance

Biggie Smalls made you ball after One More Chance

The radio promotin' death, until there's no more fans

Alotta playas wanna play, but the game is advanced

The true culture of this hip hop, let's spread it to France

M.O.P., kept it hardcore, from Onyx to DMX

Now it's on Soundscan sells and BDS

When the Fat Boys, to Big Punisher and Fat Joe

EPMD, to me was, the best duo

Nah, Run-DMC, still be number uno

Now every artist that you know, wanna drop solos

Half naked to sell records, in magazine photo's



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[Hell Razah]

Back to '83, the era of the Treacherous Three

When the Cold Crush, bumrushed the Force MD's

Now the pussy is free, but the crack cost money, oh yeah

Melle Mel, brought the mentals, but we couldn't digest it

Cause all the niggaz in the eighties started gettin' arrested

Sugar Hill caught an ill deal, Rapper's Delight

Back when artists got signed just for grabbin' the mic

Kangols and rope chains, this when LL came

Ain't nobody had a metaphor like Big Daddy Kane

Public Enemy was deep before Do the Right Thing

MC Shan had Queensbridge under his wing

Marley Marl did The Symphony, it blew instantly

Made hip hop history, now it's industry

Everybody either look alike, or sound gimmicky

Not noticin' the energy was hid' in Tennessee

Never thought they ever see a young black Master P

Go to France and see a white boy blacker than me

Suge Knight or Eazy-E, had black labels

Why the rest eat the crumbs off the master's tables



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