Congress Musick

Hell Razah

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    [Intro: Hell Razah (Sharecka)]
    Yeah... (Yeah!)... S.O.M. baby
    It's Hell Razah, El Megatron Sharecka
    Niggaz is really fucked up
    (From the East to the West, North to the South
    Let's unite baby, what, niggaz is nice)

    [Chorus x2: Sharecka]
    One thing I can't stand
    When you makin' moves and individuals wanna downgrade you's
    'Cause you choose to win or lose, yeah
    One thing I can't stand
    When niggas is sayin' this talk about makin' you famous
    Know the game and, know the game and know the game and, yeah

    [Sharecka:]
    Turn up trumps, we makin' noise in the world triumphalism
    Your history get written
    Where human freedom and natural necessities are curiously mingled
    We grow with power, gem of the first water
    Do this for my daughter
    Spontaneous overflow recollected through tranquillity
    The rhythm it got creation of all beauty
    Bankin' with the gift of speech
    Dabble in the upper crust, yo don't fuck with us
    Lord paramount, keeps the road
    Philosophers of stone
    Heavy letters mind controller
    Seven cities of Siabola, the iron soul
    While you buyin' whips, I'm buyin' gold
    Stack chips before the millennium unfold
    General minds, built with those that's buildin' with minds
    Panty wearin' niggas, gonna kill them in times
    This brick is stuck y'all for all y'all
    This is war y'all for all y'all
    Yo this is war nigga, believe

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    [Chorus x2]

    [Hell Razah:]
    El Megatron, Sharecka, we walk like Enoch
    Two kids died by the weed spot
    Shorty learnt to love shit that he not
    I strengthen my weak spot
    Forty one shots got niggas holdin' three blocks
    George Bush wig could get pushed back
    By eighteen dropouts who cook crack, we're too far too look back
    Find me in the hidden scriptures sections of the book racks
    Niggas couldn't walk across water but they looked back
    The crack game is old now, check my DNA and bones now
    It's worth more than a gold crown
    Brooklyn's a dope town, where angels walk around with a trenchcoat
    Talkin' to the young souls who cut-throat, that get high from gun smoke
    Shorty almost died off of one toke, hangin' with the young lokes
    For Halloween I dress like the Holy Ghost
    And go and hunt the next Devil that we want the most

    [Chorus x2]

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