Buried Alive-Hell Razah

歌手 : Hell Razah
专辑 : Renaissance Child
语种 : 英语
时长 : 05:02

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TXT Buried Alive-Hell Razah 文本歌词

Buried Alive - Hell Razah
What did you mean
When you said we were all dead
Do you ever think two times
Before you do anything
You ever think about what we want to do
And how to get it passed the white man
We don't live life we survive through life
Nu Kemet Renaissance Child raise the dead
Yea Godz wrath I'm back niggaz
Open my casket brush it off brush that sh*t
Wipe the dirt off my shoulder let's go
This rap game want me "Buried Alive" Yea
This rap game want me "Buried Alive" Yea
This rap game want me "Buried Alive"
It don't matter if you're rich is you ready to die
You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes Yea
This rap game want me "Buried Alive"
This rap game want me "Buried Alive"
I ain't dead son
My mind was in Solomon's Tomb
No diva's like Queen of Sheba
Who be swallowin' shrooms
Blair Witches from the hood
Who don't ride on no brooms
Just hard dick wit a G-pack in hotel rooms
I'm back holdin' that ratchet
Y'all left it on my casket
A rap kid that opened up my CD plastic
Another birth of a MC classic
I Hell Raz' the dead
When I speak to the masses
I'm like
Embalming fluids in Champagne glasses
They say my name
Backwards in toast to they soldiers
I let a Zombie beside
Wipe the dirt off my shoulder
We be Pyramid builders
We be dealin' wit boulders
When I shine
It's Supernova's that be hoverin' over
Wrote a Scripture on your tombstone
In the ink of a cobra
Tossin' niggaz off the ship
If they think they're Jonah
We payin' Hospital visits
If they're layin' in coma's
Spit a verse on the corner
That be strong as Ammonia
Red Hook to Demona
We snuffin' slave owners
Even if it's chain gang
We got a shank on us
It's Maccabee bang bang
Get a tank on us
Black Market military
Project cemeteries
Rhymes be obituaries
Simple as a dictionary
Draw it like it's pictionary
Blacker than The Mother Mary
Renaissance Icon each bar legendary
Y'all lookin' like the Blue Notes did
When they ain't have Teddy
Come and get me if y'all really ready
Some for Armageddy
This rap game want me "Buried Alive"
F**k 'em
This rap game want me "Buried Alive"
Yea
The crack game want me "Buried Alive"
You know
You cant tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes
It don't matter if you're rich is you ready to die
This rap game want me "Buried Alive"
For dead men walkin'
I wrote this in they mental coffin
Kill your first borns off
Wit a verbal abortion
I'm written in stone in the project
Valley and dry bones
You were made like
Eye clone sittin' in my throne Get up
I play a skeleton bones like it's xylophone
Brrrriinnnng
For that money
My mummy strapped wit a lot of chrome
It's flat line dial tone wake 'em up
Daddy's home
They can bury my flesh
But can't bury my soul
I ain't atlas
But could carry the globe
I stroll wearin' my gray clothes
Draggin' my robe
To a cipher like a seance
And kick you a poem
Turn the club to a catacomb
Wit bloods on the dance floor
Got models like Jezebel
Takin' they pants off
I'm tucked to common with fine diamonds
Surrounded by violence
Archaeologist grave robbin' in silence
Invaded by those British tyrants
Like Howard Carter
I do this for Saints of Martyrs
And our father
Dustin' off an old revolver
I'll let the cylinder turn
And henny burn
That I sip in the urn
I draw it first then cremated
So remember the words
It's either one God
You serveor you can sleep wit the worms Yea
This rap game want me "Buried Alive"
Ha ha
This rap game want me "Buried Alive"
They wanna bury me man
This rap game want me "Buried Alive"
It don't matter if you're rich is you ready to die
You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes
This rap game want me "Buried Alive"
This rap game want me "Buried Alive"
Niggaz thought I was gon' rest in peace
But I'ma rise in peace
This goes out to all
Them fake a** record companies
And them fake a** record labels
Who thought they was just
Gon' toss some f**kin' dirt on our grave
And walk out the door with our masks and sh*t
Know'what'Im'sayin'
'Naw man we gon' hunt y'all niggaz down man
We gon' hunt y'all niggaz
For the rest of y'all life man
The last niggaz that did sh*t to us
The studio burned down
The last label that did some sh*t to us
They had to file bankrupcy
Feel me we not playin'
No f**kin' game no mo' man Maccabees
Niggaz want us "Buried Alive"
Y'all want us "Buried Alive"
We gon' write rhymes underground
In the underworld
On a f**kin' tombstones
Inside the caskets
That's Mental Caskets though
'Cause y'all niggaz is mentally dead
It's the return of the livin' dead man