Renaissance Ages-Hell Razah

歌手 : Hell Razah

专辑 : Ultra Sounds Of A Renaissance Child

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:43

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TXT Renaissance Ages-Hell Razah 文本歌词

Renaissance Ages - Hell Razah

Renaissance child

But I gotta make a public announcement

Know I'm'saying this hip hop sh*t

Need a change

Know I'm saying word up

It's the renaissance age

My pen is a lethal weapon right now

My mind is dead on

Yeah understand my pain

We only use a few percent of our brain

The other half is paying rent

And what the pen is to claim

Your tax free street money

Is the name of the game

But who to trust when the snake

Is the head of the game

Gotcha mind manipulated

Not thinking is strange

Let you spend your own money

And you bring the change

It's the art of seduction

A form of self destruction

That got my people

Where they cannot function

Fifteen dropping out

For careers of hustling

I'm just speaking from the heart

I don't need you to punch in

No adlibs or hype man

I'm not like them

Get a deal a few interviews

Than write like him

Got us feeling if you're dark

You should be light skinned

Get a perm and talk proper

Just to win you an oscar

And have cats who be skateboarders

Thinking they're rastas

I get offended when I see

What they did to Jimi Hendrix

We invented hip hop wit a sentence

Now it's a gimmick

Big billion dollar business of

Talks of seven digits

You're are all welcome to the renaissance ages

Each bar is unforgettable like nat king Cole

In the benz I lean low while blowing

That green dro

In these sheep and wool clothes

My flow redeem slow

So I deal witcha niggas wit a ten feet pole

Ga'head front like you ain't get it from me

Just remember I'm street

So when you spit it don't forget my receipt

I tax write off whateva you bite off

All work no play make a ni**a

Take a permanent night off

Get my rest on the Sabbath Day

Then start fresh on a Saturday

Wit holy more ratchets to spray

Enough clips in the ashtray

To roll you an L

Coke sales couldn't stop us so

They opened up jails

Black males have role models

But most of them failed

Instead they gave us crackheads

Dealers and feds

Some bled over the words

That was written in lead

Now they eating outta of our hands

Like pigeons for bread

You're are all welcome

To the renaissance ages

You're are all welcome

Come one come all

I'm international bicoastal

Global like T mobile

I'ma traveling man so

I don't think local

Niggas saying it's hot

Before I lay vocals

No Yes Men in my circle

One of us will murk you

It's Martial Law in the hood

They got us all in curfew

Riker's Island got riots

Send us some more turtles

I'm universal no satellites

I move verbal

The living word was written for me

To be eternal

I had episodes hoes wrote it

In their own journals

Private diaries saying how

They'll ride for me man

Been on some business sh*t way

Before monopoly

It's deuteronomy days

So watch prophecy

You're are all welcome to the renaissance ages