Lyrics Millennium Warface - Hell Razah
Yeah,
Renaissance
Child,
Bronze
Nazareth
Make
sure
your
turban
cover
your
face
We
got
to
air
it
out,
cock
and
squeeze,
give
me
some
room
to
breath
We
be
those
Huey
P's,
watching
over
little
seeds
Air
it
out,
cock
and
squeeze,
vowels
to
meet
the
kings
We
be
those
Maccabeez,
throwing
up
angel
wings
Pass
desert
eagles
to
the
last
Hebrews
Who
got
knowledge
of
the
good
and
evil,
we
see
through
the
deceiptful
With
eyes
like
a
young
Ezekiel,
a
holy
people,
addicted
to
a
dope
needle
The
prophecy
of
a
black
male
as
crack
sales
We
rebel
after
hearing
Joy
and
Maxwell
So
I
act
like
Fidel
over
Israel
All
hail
to
the
nephew
of
Ismael
I
raise
Hell,
anywhere,
any
hood
that
I
dwell
Wake
up
to
hearing
shootouts
and
gun
smells,
burning
an
L
We
went
from
plainmen
dwelling
in
tents,
to
paying
rent
In
the
project
that
smell
like
a
pissy
snakepit
Put
on
your
warpaint,
fatigues
and
brand
new
Timbs
Get
your
glocks
out
the
block,
and
let's
shoot
off
limbs
And
they
snakes
when
they
grin,
in
they
two-door
Benz
I'm
underground,
no
spins,
and
I
still
got
wins
How
many
records
you
gon'
make
about
you
sitting
on
rims?
We
grown
men,
better
step
up
your
game
and
drop
gems
This
ain't
Mos
Def,
Kanye,
Nas
or
Common
I'm
a
Sun
of
Man,
Maccabee
branch,
so
pay
homage
No
conflict,
just
happen
we
black
and
be
conscious
Any
comments,
the
hell
that
we
raise,
the
violence
I'm
just
honest,
true
generals
move
in
silence
So
when
you
talk
a
whole
lot
you
abuse
my
kindness
All
the
prayers
I
gave,
God
should
raise
ya'll
out
of
these
graveyards
My
eight
bars
like
Master
Farrad
Sat
in
a
car,
banging
Ray
Charles,
building
on
bank
cards
And
while
the
brainwash,
slaving
for
steam
jobs
We
had
our
faith
robbed,
mothers
was
chased
for
us
They
had
Malcolm
on
phone
taps
and
tape
recorders
Who
can
we
trust
now?
When
they
don'
raped
daughters
And
manslaughtered
the
father
figure
with
strong
liquor
Meanwhile
the
angel
of
death,
became
my
baby
sitter
It's
like
I'm
Nat
Turner
going
through
a
Bible
Scripture
They
took
our
black
Jesus,
and
gave
us
Caesar's
picture
If
cops
shoot
at
niggas,
that
make
us
all
sinners
So
when
I
grab
my
AK,
I
pray
the
lord
forgive
us
We
in
the
hood,
ock,
with
Enoch
walking
with
us
Just
pyramid
builders,
but
they
don'
made
us
killers
Murdered
Pablo
and
framed
us
as
drug
dealers
Took
Colombia's
cocaine
with
no
shame
And
had
Charlie
Parker
hitting
his
dope
vein
And
then
it
backfired
to
Kurt
Cobain
You
do
the
crime,
do
the
time,
you
invented
the
game
I
got
no
I.D.,
I
switched
up
my
government
name
All
of
my
thugs
love
to
bang,
we
be
one
in
the
same
I
got
my
sons
coming
up,
so
I
wanted
to
change...
We
gotta
change
somewhere
man
"All
over
this
country,
they
cried
Men
and
women...
fathers
and
mothers
Cried
for
those
who
disappeared"
Red,
it's
Razah
Rubies
The
Renaissance
Child,
Brooklyn
I'm
airing
it
out,
from
here
on
Youknowhatimasaying,
we
gon'
continue
on
The
album
don't
stop
here,
knowhatimsaying?
Ghetto
Government,
this
is
just
what
it
is,
man
This
is
life,
in
it's
purest
form
Ambassador,
hip
hop
in
it's
purest
form
That's
my
nigga
right
there...
it's
been
reborn
The
rebirth,
the
Renaissance
Child
Knowhatimsaying?
We
Da
Last
Future
I'm
a
air
it
out,
anytime
you
see
me
Anywhere,
any
TV,
any
magazine,
word
up,
man
Anywhere,
anything
you
see
me
do,
Maccabeez
You
gon'
know
why
I
Hell
Raze
You
gon'
know
why
they
call
me
Hell
Razah,
aight?
Big
up
to
Tribe
of
Judah
1 Buried Alive
2 Project Jazz (feat. Talib Kweli & Viktor Vaughn)
3 Los Pepes, Part 1 (feat. Bronze Nazareth)
4 Dear Sistah (skit)
5 Yours Truly
6 Glow
7 Chain Gang
8 Runaway Sambo
9 Smoking Gunz (feat. Killah Priest)
10 Millennium Warface
11 Musical Murdah (feat. Ras Kass)
12 Maccabee House (feat. Killah Priest & Timbo King)
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