School Of The Silver Mic

Hell Razah

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    [Chorus x8: I am]
    L'Ecole Du Micro D'Argent

    [Prodigal Sunn:]
    Yo... yo...
    I made my name through dedication, Prodigal/Sunz of Man affiliation
    Population Click rollin thick, legit, forty burnin spliffs
    Initiation, I kill a whole fuckin nation
    Demonstration, the year 2000, date of restoration
    Burstin inflation, absorbin degrees
    MC's, enemies get hung from trees
    Brutalities, based on the adversary
    I gets amped for my camp in the station
    When I release frustration you'll be a fucked up situation
    Now do you think, you could honestly fuck with me, G-O-D?
    Set up slugs to your jug, I tried to warn you 'bout reality
    Ack, saw what I see, too late to plea
    Identity, chemistry, rotten in the cemetary
    60 Second Assassion, seven days of fastin
    Mentally everlastin, write this with a passion
    Competition, I feel they struck you with ammunition
    Come at my position, then organize my liberation
    You dare cross, defy my intellect? Disrespect my dialect?
    Don't need to technical, son I'm nice with my knuckle check
    I crusted condition, a mutilation
    Your situation, after a Sunz of man confrontation [echoes]

    [Chorus x8: over samples]
    "M.A.R.S." [scratched] "N.Y.C." "Je reprйsente" "We represents"
    "M.A.R.S." [scratched] "Q.U.E." "Je reprйsente" "We represents"
    "M.A.R.S." [scratched] "Brooklyn" "Je reprйsente" "We represents"
    "M.A.R.S." [scratched] "Je reprйsente"

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    [Hell Razah:]
    As we complete the impossible, me and Prodigal
    What we assigned to do, sendin our opponents to the hospital
    Of course I'm the obstacle, choppin you
    Dreddy cut the fedi, fake apostles who ain't ready
    Yeah we drop science that be heavyweight
    We meditate to elevate, we confiscate wicked mindstates
    Related to crime rates, you wack? Play the bench
    As my lyrics touch the french
    Over seas, dumb MC's could meet the Hell Razah's steez
    Trees, Killa Beez'll make a nigga feel the breeze
    Shake the fire in an ice hand, I am what I am a Sun of Man
    Understand, Brooklyn's my home as I grab hold
    Of a microphone, now we explode, we go gold
    Peace to the Black Rose, and yo where my francs at?
    Cash that shit, where the banks at?
    Kill raps, take the whole earth back
    Fuck that, Sunz of Man year, I make it happen
    No rappin, no laughin, niggas get they face smashed in
    All these lyrics that we've written in the basement
    Your ass get erasement, erasement, we be your new replacements
    You better face it

    "M.A.R.S." [scratched] "N.Y.C." "Je reprйsente" "We represents"
    "M.A.R.S." "Prodigal Sunn" "Je reprйsente" "We represents"
    "M.A.R.S." "Hell Razah" "Je reprйsente" "We represents"
    "M.A.R.S." "Music from the Q.U.E." "Je reprйsente" "We represents"
    "Now" [scratched] "Now you get outta here"

    [Chorus x8]

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