The Messengers

Hell Razah

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    [Chorus: Hell Razah]
    Hell Razah and the Tribe of Judah, man vs. computer
    We be them young Israelite rulers
    Black jews with them German lugers, we Da Last Future
    It's gon' take a whole world to move us

    [Lazarus:]
    The biochemical equation, six points, the day of invasion
    Blitz Beverly Hills, murder caucasions
    I'm like Joshua and came in, I'm like Malcolm
    Before the pilgrimage, my main men braindead
    Psychotic, fiber optic
    Sub-atomic, Israelite rockets
    Raised by the peasants and the prophets, fathers of the black Arab Islamic
    I drop jewels, they say it's non sense
    Fuck the radio, they try deceive I
    That's why I keep seven quotes, the son of Levi
    Fucked up since I was knee high
    So now my brain's ran over with Remy, Allah's deep mind
    Fuck it, ask the pastor, where's the collection?
    Before I put the Smith & Wessing, in his mid section
    Wild like dirty bitches in the projects
    Popping pills like old timers
    Hair wrapped like I'm Osama, no conscience
    I was born feet first
    So many niggas crossed me, so I'm thinking bout me first
    Fuck the world, I was blessed with two little girls
    So ya'll niggas ain't gotta like me
    But fucking with me is unlikely
    I'm like the black Christ, until my last day strike me
    It's the prophet, nigga

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    [Hell Razah:]
    If God is intelligence, I'm Hannibal riding on elephants
    Burn up the body parts, leave no evidence
    We build the alter for the head of your presidents
    We getting pharaoh's necks like it was Exodus
    Warriors of Babylon, threats of atom bombs
    Tatted my arms, like Aztecs, Mexican dons
    King David wrote my favorite song, when I think of that song
    They change faces like the hatred is gone
    All the reviews in magazines rated me wrong
    Take America to court without supporting Saddam
    Shoot at the son of Hitler, while I'm saying Shalom
    It's no peace without warfare, you getting my crosshairs
    No fear, I wrote this inside your pope's chair
    With a cold beer, all of my bars is sincere
    Burn L's with the Eloheim's, young Idi Amin
    We take money like we see through your jeans
    You got a bank card, we'll walk you to the ATM machine
    And talk him out his chain, and that watch, and them rings
    Been a king since Joseph and modern Egypt
    Condoleeza, got me on that silence heaters
    Throw a mask on, and ride on ya congress leaders
    Black Fenitians that speak English, bless the four regions
    We came from continents with God's teachings
    We used to trade guns, now we using 'em, the same ones
    That was slaves in Jerusalem, I kick the truth for them killas

    [Chorus x1.5]

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