Smoking Gunz-Hell Razah
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TXT Smoking Gunz-Hell Razah 文本歌词
Smoking Gunz - Hell Razah
Ooooh guns
Your master is violent your enemy is peace
Thank you all for coming
And thank you for supporting your organization
I have twenty five words for you
Yea we don't make no vests right
No pistols bullets and shells
Yea Renaissance Child
We don't make grenades
We don't make none of that sh*t
We just know what to do with it though
All my soldiers stand up
You'kno'whatI'm'sayin'
Smoking Gunnz
Y'all sell that sh*t at Wal Mart
I smell the Smoking Gunnz
Ask the NRA where the Smoking Gunnz at
Yo I'm where projects is crack mansions
It ain't been this real
Since the Black Panthers
We ain't the Beatles makin' music
For you Charles Mansons
I make a whole college
Campus since the Mac anthem
'Til America fall
I stand stronger than the Berlin Wall
My software is warfare for the poor to install
And download in your Medulla
Who's the lion of Judah
And send a virus through
The wires of the beast's computer
They raidin' our cribs
Invasion like Bay of the Pigs
For my hood
We reacted like how Castro did
Modern day Eisenhower
Sent the planes to the Towers
While the government blamed
It on some nuclear powers
A world
Traded their weapons for some U S dollars
Take notes of the quotes
When you buildin' with scholars
I sit back doin the knowledge
Who be sniffin' that powder
It's white collar criminology versus Jehovah
If you was lookin' for that Smoking Gunn
I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from Yea
I would ask Smith
Wesson how to make me one Ask them
You should smell your own hands
For the Smoking Gunn
Yea if you was lookin' for that Smoking Gunn
I would ask Dick Cheney
Where he get it from Ask him
I would ask Smith
And Wesson how to make me one
You should smell ya own hands
For the Smoking Gunn Smell it
My saliva is liver
Son I write with the hand of an arson
Give me a harpoon
I autograph my name in shark skin
Get deeper each bar
Like you swimmin' with dolphins
Keep my head above water
To enlighten my aura
White robes
Black justice versus judges and lawyers
Supreme Court be a force
That was made to destroy us
To the Most High
I testify to plead my case
While they hate on my race
And white wash the faces
This the Renaissances ages I value my wages
Ask the reverend why
The Bible be missin' some pages
Do we suffer 'cause
The birth right was given to Jacob
Or because my brother
Isa pbuh was Isaac's favorite
They named us
Native Indians and then enslaved us
Broke bread with the enemy
That soon betrayed us
Lured the lions out the jungle
Then they put 'em in cages
Now the cubs live in wildlife
Spittin' out razors
Hunt or be hunted a species
Livin' in danger
Took the God and their language
Now they labeled us gangsters
Criminals ex-cons Ariel Sharon
Another reason
I'm squeezin' with the right to bare arms
If you was lookin' for that Smoking Gunn
I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from
What I would ask Smith
Wesson how to make me one
You should smell
Your own hands for the Smoking Gunn
Yea if you was lookin' for
That Smoking Gunn Uh-huh
I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from
I would ask Smith
And Wesson how to make me one
You should smell ya own hands
For the Smoking Gunn
Where you at
I write seeds like the Borgia family
Cut throat for the throne
Posin' as Christ
The six Popes of Rome
Cardinals bangin' on church doors
The verses I draw
Written out like curses on boards
Read 'em backwards no distractions
Find out Priest is John the Baptist
With a rap gift I come to free the captives
Like Jesus in Nazareth deep as Atlantis
The prayin' mantis with the advantage
When it comes to the English sand scripts
I write it eight times like Tarantulas
Slugs fly through the Vatican Walls
Then the great dragon will pour
Drip water while I'm sweatin' readin' the Torah
He spots me swam from the sea to the border
Grab my ribs I kick him where he has his kids
He head butts me
Slams me on top of my pastor's crib
I stand up back ripped up
Recitin' the forty-ninth psalms
Holdin a medieval knife in my palms
The right to bare arms
I stick him in his head
Hell bust wide open
Demons come out smokin'
Flyin' through my body
I grab their tail then slew his army
I say a verse just to wake the zombies
It's Priesthood panting heavily
If you was lookin' for that Smoking Gunn
I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from
I would ask Smith
Wesson how to make me one
You should smell your own hands
For the Smoking Gunn
Yea
If you was lookin' for that Smoking Gunn
I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from
I would ask Smith
And Wesson how to make me one
You should smell ya own hands
For the Smoking Gunn
We have work to do hearts to heal
Evil to defeat and a country to unite
We may have differences yes
And we will again suffer tragedy
Almost beyond description
But when the sun sets tonight
And forever more
Let it always set on we the people
Secure in our land of the free
And home of the brave
I for one plan to do my part thank you
