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hell razah & 4th disciple - who gonna die next lyrics

[intro: h-ll razah]
freedom of speech, article one
g.g.o., sun of man, rabbi razah, do the knowledge

[h-ll razah]
daddy was a gangsta, mommy was a hustler
but she fell in love with him, made me a hustler
born as a ghetto child, raised in the projects
revolutionaries, who ain’t open up they eyes yet
life of a slave, ain’t no tellin’ who gon’ die next
i came in the ’70’s, listenin’ to melodies
back when the panthers and the police, was enemies
(remember n-ggas was fightin’, even back then)
after malcolm x dropped that one jewel on kennedy
we already had the remedy
aiyo, my mind make the pen bleed
i be the species of the new breed, young black ghetto seed
it’s hot, get the anti-freeze, ya’ll n-ggas hustlin’ for panties and weed
henny and g’s, i’m guaranteed to pop off
my single is hot from out of the sleeve, i murder two mcs

[chorus 2x: h-ll razah]
life in the projects (ain’t no tellin’ who gon’ die next)
livin’ in the hood (ain’t no tellin’ who gon’ die next)
buildin’ with my brother (ain’t no tellin’ who gon’ die next)
live in the h-ll hole (ain’t no tellin’ who gon’ die next)

[h-ll razah]
all my brothers raise in peace…
it’s h-ll in here, fear death row, electric chairs
the time is near, riots in times square
we sick of welfare, doing labor in the slaves career
afros, no wavy hair
no charity pair, on black saladatory day
we gotta overthrow the government, the maccabee way
they out to stop my airplane, ’cause they fear what i say
but my people got ears, and can’t hear what i say
the poor is hated, even by his own neighbors
but the rich have many friends, and traders, ho’s and playa haters
some die, lost they life, ’cause of foolish anger
a mad man, only one letter short from danger
we inhabit, live in the land of strangers
family famin, breakin’ every ten commandment
take ya life for granted, on the christ’s planet
firin’ cannons, c-cked at whoever standing
as road blocks to quiet planning
cops har-ss us, even though they tresp-ss us
you not allowed to serve two masters
we lost sheep from the lost pastors

[chorus 2x]

- hell razah 4th disciple lyrics

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