Indian Giver

Hell Razah

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    Yeah!
    G.G.O.
    Ghetto Government Official
    Yeah!
    G.G.O.
    Yeah!

    [Hell Razah:]
    They say I got a conscious flow
    A box full of Optimus
    Got tell a bomb squad Sharon's 'bout to blow
    Plant a seed then water it and watch it grow
    Since Bush stole the skull of Geronimo
    We roll deeper then the Navajo with calico
    My halo glow like a U.F.O.
    I throw lava in volcano
    Kill how Cain did Abel with no label
    What you bringing to this round table?
    I sit amongst Kings, Prophets and Black Angels
    Who speak truth on our truce angles
    The youth dangle of a rope in the prison cell
    We don't wanna sell dope but we living in hell
    The Black male DNA from the blood cell
    I drink up from the Holy Grail
    Can't even trust even a email
    They got my name misspelled as El-Razial
    Written with the finger of God
    I'm a Rayon, rhyming aligning the stars
    I'm the top shelf liquor by the bomb
    Cognac with a honey dip Cuban cigar

    [Chorus: Hell Razah]
    It go; one for the money
    Two for the divas
    Three niggas snuck into the club with their heaters
    Four more bottles of pop I'm too killer
    My swag got iller
    The Black Pancho Villa
    I want my spot back I'm a Indian Giver
    My flow be the Nile River
    I deliver like liquor on a bad liver
    You ain't a killer you're wired with a transmitter

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    It go; one for the hungry
    Two for the eaters
    Three more Presidents come to deceive us
    World War IV; report to new leaders
    My swag got iller
    The Black Pancho Villa
    I want my spot back I'm a Indian Giver
    My flow be the Nile River
    I deliver like liquor on a bad liver
    You ain't a killer you're wired with a transmitter

    [Hell Razah:]
    Check it, I spit a 62 kilo, you not Gambino
    I'm Black Cherokee; it's locked like the c-notes
    I watch for the egos and drop 30 c-notes
    32 shots in the the peek-hole
    These niggas wanna re-vote
    Therefore I feed 'em to the revolt
    The Loc's and the Young Bloods with love for the revolt
    What you mad at me for? I'm business like Nino
    My 16 blowing like C-4
    Hide in the planes up in heat throat
    Legal or illegal we gon' eat tho'
    At 15 we turning into Ninos
    Hoes in that Christian Dior who sip semen befo'
    Come through the door then she leaving in war
    Condoleezza Rice rolling da dice and yo life
    George Bush wanna cheat on his life it's so trife
    It's still a plantation, slave making of a Freemasons
    If you awake you'll see the son of Satan

    [Chorus: Hell Razah]

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