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hell razah – verbal divorce lyrics

[intro: razah]
yeah, take ’em back raz’ (maccabeeeeez!)
you know what i’m saying?
this for my n-gg-s that’s just coming home
been locked down since like ’91 and sh-t
you know what i’m saying?
(hood sh-t for n-gg-s that’s left up in the projects
h-ll razah, priest and timbo, we’re the prophets)
bugging the f-ck out, but this what it is

[h-ll 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 b-tch!
the truth is razah got the hottest and new sh-t
recoup-less, n-gg-s wanna get on some group sh-t
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 n-gg-s and ya f-cking bullsh-t -ss deals
ayo welcome to the renaissance

[hook: razah]
hood sh-t for n-gg-s that’s left up in the projects
h-ll razah, priest and timbo, we’re the prophets

n-gg-s, y’all n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s know they ain’t rolling with us son
so we rolling over these n-gg-s son
uh-huh, what? hood sh-t, project sh-t
y’all n-gg-s need to put the mic down

- hell razah lyrics

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