Millennium Warfare - Hell Razah

Yeah, Renaissance Child, Bronze Nazareth

Make sure your turban cover your face

We got to air it out, cock and squeeze, give me some room to breath

We be those Huey P’s, watching over little seeds

Air it out, cock and squeeze, vowels to meet the kings

We be those Maccabeez, throwing up angel wings

Pass desert eagles to the last Hebrews

Who got knowledge of the good and evil, we see through the deceiptful

With eyes like a young Ezekiel, a holy people, addicted to a dope needle

The prophecy of a black male as crack sales

We rebel after hearing Joy and Maxwell

So I act like Fidel over Israel

All hail to the nephew of Ismael

I raise Hell, anywhere, any hood that I dwell

Wake up to hearing shootouts and gun smells, burning an L We went from plainmen dwelling in tents, to paying rent

In the project that smell like a pissy snakepit

Put on your warpaint, fatigues and brand new Timbs

Get your glocks out the block, and let’s shoot off limbs

And they snakes when they grin, in they two-door Benz

I’m underground, no spins, and I still got wins

How many records you gon’make about you sitting on rims?

We grown men, better step up your game and drop gems

This ain’t Mos Def, Kanye, Nas or Common

I’m a Sun of Man, Maccabee branch, so pay homage

No conflict, just happen we black and be conscious

Any comments, the hell that we raise, the violence

I’m just honest, true generals move in silence

So when you talk a whole lot you abuse my kindness

All the prayers I gave, God should raise ya’ll out of these graveyards

My eight bars like Master Farrad

Sat in a car, banging Ray Charles, building on bank cards

And while the brainwash, slaving for steam jobs

We had our faith robbed, mothers was chased for us They had Malcolm on phone taps and tape recorders

Who can we trust now?

When they don’raped daughters

And manslaughtered the father figure with strong liquor

Meanwhile the angel of death, became my baby sitter

It’s like I’m Nat Turner going through a Bible Scripture

They took our black Jesus, and gave us Caesar’s picture

If cops shoot at niggas, that make us all sinners

So when I grab my AK, I pray the lord forgive us We in the hood, ock, with Enoch walking with us Just pyramid builders, but they don’made us killers

Murdered Pablo and framed us as drug dealers

Took Colombia’s cocaine with no shame

And had Charlie Parker hitting his dope vein

And then it backfired to Kurt Cobain

You do the crime, do the time, you invented the game

I got no I.D., I switched up my government name

All of my thugs love to bang, we be one in the same

I got my sons coming up, so I wanted to change…

We gotta change somewhere man

«All over this country, they cried

Men and women.

fathers and mothers

Cried for those who disappeared»

Red Hook, it’s Razah Rubies

The Renaissance Child, Brooklyn

I’m airing it out, from here on Youknowhatimasaying, we gon’continue on The album don’t stop here, knowhatimsaying?

Ghetto Government, this is just what it is, man

This is life, in it’s purest form

Ambassador, hip hop in it’s purest form

That’s my nigga right there.

it’s been reborn

The rebirth, the Renaissance Child

Knowhatimsaying?

We Da Last Future

I’mma air it out, anytime you see me Anywhere, any TV, any magazine, word up, man

Anywhere, anything you see me do, Maccabeez

You gon’know why I Hell Raze

You gon’know why they call me Hell Razah, aight?

Big up to Tribe of Judah