Текст песни Apt. 7G (Blacksmiths) - T.H.U.G. Angelz
Rubiez,
Renaissance,
The
Blacksmith
Established
1976,
Heaven
Razah
()
Razah
My
revolutionaries
dance
wit
a
gun
inside
slums
Same
jungles
that
the
Panthers
was
from
Independent
like
'Sanford
and
Son'
My
heart
beat
the
same
drum
my
ancestors
was
from
Let
me
get
into
it
like
this
You
woke
the
best
rapper
'Buried
Alive'
You
shoulda
kept
my
name
outta
your
mind
I
ain't
sign
but
by
the
time
let's
hit
'America
Online'
I
turn
a
chirp
in
time
to
tarnish
your
shine
You
look
airbrush,
graphic
design
I'm
just
a
wisemen
who
happen
to
rhyme
It's
just
half
of
my
time
You
got
a
lot
of
cards,
money
and
jewels
You
know
the
rules
I
got
confident
with
nothing
to
lose
I'm
old
school
from
that
'Soul
Train'
Cold
train
blues,
spit
that
propane
fuel
You
an
example
of
what
cocaine
do
Yeah
I'm
flammable,
heard
your
two-bars
that's
pertaining
to
Hell
Razah
sharpness
that's
sparking
up
your
darkness
Battling
my
conscious,
my
rocket
ship
launches
I
ain't
off
the
meter
neither
See
I'm
off
the
compass
When
North,
East,
West,
South
feel
me
I
accomplish
Smoke
a
rap
star;
roll
'em
in
the
red
carpet
And
spark
it
then
go
reload
the
AK
cartridge
Battle
me,
I
be
on
some
suicidal
bomb
shit
With
C-4
nitrogen
underneath
the
armpit
(Bazz:
They
ain't
ready
for
you
son)
(Interlude)
Razah
Yeah,
I
turn
words
into
a
diamond
when
I
start
rhyming
The
Blacksmith
- The
Blacksmith
I
turn
words
into
a
diamond
when
I
start
rhyming
The
Blacksmith
Razah
Rubiez
It's
like
Osama
met
Barack
Obama
and
he
sold
out
his
honor
For
a
rocket
launcher,
I'm
like
the
Loch
Ness
monster
I
conquer;
cop
a
tissue-like
Hannibal
I'm
wit
you
like
Emmanuel
You
wanna
be
a
Renaissance
Child?
Get
the
manual
I'm
coming
for
my
royalties
down
to
my
mechanicals
Homey
I
was
born
a
king
since
the
Book
of
Samuel
Bring
along
your
camera
crew
so
they
could
see
me
damage
you
Yeah,
I
spit
a
16
Bar
Mitzvah
That
coulda
fucked
around
and
bombed
Hitler
Moving
the
form
of
a
shark's
figure
Study
my
art
like
a
dark
picture
Notice
the
crosses
of
swastika
Now
we
raised
around
cop
killers
Oh
you
a
Blood?
Here's
a
maxi-pad
Now
go
and
flag
down
a
taxi
cab
You
in
the
wrath
of
my
aftermath
Like
Dead
President's
burnt
cash
It
ain't
confirmed
till
it's
Ur
ash...
That's
the
word
from
The
Blacksmith
()
Razah
My
revolutionaries
dance
wit
a
gun
inside
slums
Same
jungles
that
the
Panthers
was
from
Independent
like
'Sanford
and
Son'
My
heart
beat
the
same
drum
my
ancestors
was
from
Bang
my
anthem
in
the
Black
Phantom
Controversial
so
they
work
the
bandom
They
get
ugly
but
the's
handsome
They
get
ugly
but
the's
handsome
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