Runaway Sambo-Hell Razah

歌手 : Hell Razah

专辑 : Renaissance Child

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:04

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TXT Runaway Sambo-Hell Razah 文本歌词

Runaway Sambo - Hell Razah

Run man hurry up hurry up

They coming they coming man

Keep going keep going

Move move move move hurry up

Move move don't stop don't stop

Hurry up man move move move move

They gon' kill us hurry up uh

18 to 28

They got a bounty on my head

And a tag for your toe

I'm here to sing a song til they let my people go

Real about turn about my chrome forty four

Everytime I pull it out it's f**k Jim Crow

It's like Moses and Pharaoh now it's the Big Apple

I'm just a runaway slave these devils can't tackle

We slippin' out of handcuffs

And breaking out of shackles

I'm Nat Turner in the mind of a time capsule

We not no Buckwheats or Little Rascals

Or Diff'rent Strokes

Or whatever have you watch your mouth

A lil' fame a record deal

Don't make your freedom

If man don't live by bread alone

How we gonna feed him

So I choose to bring the

Truth about the seed of Edem

But they swift with cunning words

And they still deceive 'em

Your best rapper swinging 'yes

Master' when they beat 'em

Chris Columbus came with a fungus

Recognize ya'll in strength in numbers

They went from cowboys to bounty hounters

The FBI's hopping out of Hummers

Taking your kids and your grandmothers

Your niece and nephews and your baby brothers

Abraham Lincoln's and ni**a lovers

No matter how you see it

They try'nna tell me I can't blow

Cause I ain't tapdancing like Sambo

My pants low from that Black Market commando

I stand poor righteneous truth and straight facts

Whoever ain't runaway slaves'll get snatched

Keep going keep going

While it's wars in Lebanon

I write it like King David in psalms

See I was born to the horns of Sara Von

It's Ariel Sharon the suicide bomb

Nat Turner nightmares and chasing Uncle Toms

El Raziel codename be Metatron

I got 'em open like d**e veins from methadon

Without a right to bare arms

I'm mentally the don

You can't f**k with the God

He's seven bars beyond

They love to hate it

And translate it and read it wrong

My definition is non-fiction I rhyme different

Than your every day rap gimmick design image

You invented a clone a DNA digit digit digit

They try'nna tell me I can't blow

Cuz I ain't tapdancing like Sambo

My pants low from that Black Market commando

I stand poor righteneous truth and straight facts

Whoever ain't runaway slaves'll get snatched

Boo Hurry up hurry up man

Hurry up man

They got a bounty on my head

And a tag for your toe

I'm here to sing a song

Til they let my people go

Real about turn about

My chrome forty four

Everytime I pull it out it's f**k Jim Crow

We gotta make it out of here man

Who are me when are we gonna stop it

And on that night

We gotta stop somewhere man

Seven men escaped

Nowhere to be traced nowhere to be found

Go north go north they gon' hear us

They took the shackles off they hands

They took the chains off they feet

And they ran

And they escaped the wilderness