Who Gonna Die Next - 4th Disciple, Hell Razah

Freedom of Speech, Article One

G.G.O., Sun of Man, Rabbi Razah, do the Knowledge

Daddy was a gangsta, mommy was a hustler

But she fell in love with him, made me a hustler

Born as a ghetto child, raised in the projects

Revolutionaries, who ain’t open up they eyes yet

Life of a slave, ain’t no tellin’who gon’die next

I came in the '70's, listenin’to melodies

Back when the panthers and the police, was enemies

(Remember niggaz was fightin', even back then)

After Malcolm X dropped that one jewel on Kennedy

We already had the remedy

Aiyo, my mind make the pen bleed

I be the species of the new breed, young black ghetto seed

It’s hot, get the anti-freeze, ya’ll niggaz hustlin’for panties and weed

Henny and G’s, I’m guaranteed to pop off

My single is hot from out of the sleeve, I murder two M.C.'s

Life in the projects (ain't no tellin’who gon’die next)

Livin’in the hood (ain't no tellin’who gon’die next)

Buildin’with my brother (ain't no tellin’who gon’die next)

Live in the hell hole (ain't no tellin’who gon’die next)

All my brothers raise in peace.

It’s Hell in here, fear death row, electric chairs

The time is near, riots in Times Square

We sick of welfare, doing labor in the slaves career afros, no wavy hair

No charity pair, on Black Saladatory Day

We gotta overthrow the government, the Maccabee way

They out to stop my airplane, cuz they fear what I say

But my people got ears, and can’t hear what I say

The poor is hated, even by his own neighbors

But the rich have many friends, and traders, ho’s and playa haters

Some die, lost they life, cuz of foolish anger

A mad man, only one letter short from danger

We inhabit, live in the land of strangers

Family famin, breakin’every ten commandment

Take ya life for granted, on the Christ’s planet

Firin’cannons, cocked at whoever standing

As road blocks to quiet planning

Cops harass us, even though they trespass us You not allowed to serve two masters

We lost sheep from the lost pastors