[Intro: Hell Razah]

We bout to blow it, yeah, Rebel Music, raise your hand up

4th Disciple, G.G.O., 4th Disciple, G.G.O.

Razah, G.G.O., Razah G.G.O.

4th Disciple, G.G.O., Malachi, G.G.O.



[Hell Razah]

I got them scared I'mma shine, because my mind be ahead of it's time

I be the future, terrorist to niggaz that sign

Got more than Valentine, twelve contract binds

We my guns outta Palestine, to silence my nine

It's either God or the the devil, better balance your mind

The Black Libra, raise amongst crack leaders

If the Hebrews is Jews, it's a Black Jesus

So I'mma tear Satan's kingdom down like Shirley

Ceaser, dedicated to the great achivers

The late comers and the early leavers, get it early, I ain't wordly neither

Archangel in this armageddon, who be a calm weapon

More deadly than the bomb threaten, rock the mic til my palms sweating

We be the bride, walkin' to God's wedding, all I gave was brotherly love

Now they act, wired and bugged, like CIA's supplying them drugs

Who can trust in these last days, hold ya breath when the gas sprays

My projects is a crack maze, that was built for a black slave

To keep us heading to a fast braid, same shit different last names

Ya'll gettin' caught up in this rap game, rap game



[Chorus x2: Hell Razah]

I'm reality, poverty, poetry, prophecy

Honesty, pain that's in one harmony

Pardon me, for the steppin' on toes

But we ain't came here to bag your hoes, we came to

bring back soul



[Interlude: Hell Razah]

Yeah, Sunny Jewels that be G.G.O.

Killah Priest, that be G.G.O.

Prodigal Sunn, be G.G.O.

60 Sec., that be G.G.O.

Shabazz, that be G.G.O.

This be G.G.O.



[Hell Razah]

Roll out the red carpet, insert the cartridge

I got a hunger like a hostage, in Kosovo, run and tell so and so

Bop your head to my promo, we went from water guns to four-fours

To breakin' government through barcodes

Now it's man verse computer, eight thousand CC's of brain

You fell in love with what you can't even claim

I can't maintain to watch no blood suckers campaign

Prayers and pain, for months turn to tear drops of rain

I stay ghetto like the A train, survived all this crack and cocaine

And still alive so we can rap and complain

Now we done dropped out to get cream, since school teachers is turning to fiends

Strip dancers comin' out they g-strings

Nice thighs in them iceberg jeans, projects we the nation of kings

You too fly, then I'mma clip wings, we go to work while others'll sling

Audi's and teens, and d's smoke weed til it's dark and cloudy

Don't fuckin' crowd me, I'm too deep, you can't count me

Ask Bush while we flippin', and we gettin' rowdy

We the last one left up in this King's country

We the last one left up in this King's country



[Chorus x2]