(feat. 7th Ambassador, Baghdad)



[Intro: Hell Razah, (Baghdad)]

Sunz Of Man, First Testament

Rule the land, we on the ghetto fab. burnin shit

Nat Turner shit (Gon' raise ya borns to a higher planet)

Rule the land, we on the ghetto fab. burnin shit (Higher altercations)

Rebel slaves



[Baghdad]

Yo, enter the gateway to the valley of turmoil

The brick road I walk 'pon is hot rocks, makes the heat boil

Plant seeds in fertile soil, a dominant monument

Comin through steppin, crackin of cement

A secret agent, in contempt with fire power

Bringin the rain showers over the control towers

The cats and dogs continue to paw for a couple of hours

I make it happen, don't make me have to peal and reveal you

Ship you off to Hindu, smoke you into mildew

But tattoo written in Hebrew, says 'Imperial'

Your quarentine is in the igloo, if I don't dig you

Search who?



[Hell Razah]

As I contribute

I speak to who's listenin, turn rap shows into a Christenin

Roll with fishermen, 'til we burn down Switzerland

Stop bickerin or be in a bad predictament

My crime felon-ment, peck the bones off of skeletons

Clubs scared to let us in, cuz the melanine

To all states, we not sellin-in, mind-embezzlin

See the flesh be irrelevant to Hell and president

Breakin up your concentration with a conversation

As the government will starve the nations for information

They love us for the heart of Satan, sacred agent



[7th Ambassador]

Born in the PJ's, great-grandmoms was a slave

Calm perms, jeri-curls and waves

Nappy-head dreads, fades and braids

Sister with straight combs and bangs

Niggaz with gold chains that hang

Belt-buckles would show the name

Toe-to-toe with the knuckle game

Get your eye punched to the back of your brain

No pain, no gain, the fact still remains

It's just an everyday thing

Grand-dad's laugh drinkin Miller Genuine Draft

Just relaxed, not worried about the aftermath

Hot peas and butter, throw the belt in the gutter

Runnin all day without no hunger

Right before we started baggin numbers

Took shorties to the roof-top

Pebble Beach is where they got their boots knocked

Washed up, head back on the block

Jams that rock until the gunshots

Last night somebody got shot



[Chorus: Hell Razah]

So don't come up in our neighborhood

If you ain't, up to no good

Niggaz get shot while they rollin up they Backwood

What? We turn this into Rosewood

What? We turn this into Rosewood



[Hell Razah]

Round one, all competetors come, get redder than rum

From lead of a gun, here's the microphone magnum

Instead of a crumb, we want the whole lump sum

We come from where the kings was once bums

Poor millionaires got robbed for many years

The day's comin back where we sat in gold chairs

Y'all wack and who cares? We came to interfere

Y'all wack rap artists be givin me gray hairs

Yea



[Baghdad]

I'm in control of perverse Godless souls

Antagonizin like pain from sercumsizin

The agony, in the tragedy, of a python

I shine in mind and leave the flesh in bond

The boa constrictor who bit ya, switch hitter

Who sacrificed your sister and left her with a blister

Loaded off the thug passion mixture

The holiday swine got intwine off banana '99

Lost to the track of time, niggaz chased behind the comcubine

You bind, they lose they life line



[Chorus x2]