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[Hell Razah]
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Yeah, yeah yo
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I'm like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of wisdom
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In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system
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We complete like the solar system
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Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks
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Everyday be a court date recorded on tape
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Hell Raizah grab the mic and send your show to a wake
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Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead weight
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We negotiate wit .38's in a ?nor? face
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GZA came wit the Liquid Swords killin you all
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I'm the virus in the street that'll get in your paws
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See me jumpin outta four-doors wit my road dogs
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All you soldiers want wars when you don't know laws
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You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of Billboard
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Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord
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G-G Maccabee, K-P-P rapidly
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Aiyyo Prodical, niggas is charged wit blasphemy
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Chorus [Hell Razah]
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AND ALL THAT HARD ROCK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy)
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AND IF YOU'RE FEELIN LIKE AN ENEMY (come after me)
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[Killah Priest]
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I heard the sweet words from sour tongues
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Vent poison in the ears of the ?grown-z's? dead head for years
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Shed a tear for the underwear under the stairs
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Left naked in the shame from hunger and fear
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Shots were fired in the darkest moments
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Niggas missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit
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Sacreligious, days of atonement
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Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone wit
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Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs
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Drunk a cup of blood
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We trained the same time Peter sprayed a slug
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We all trapped in this dream scared to wake up
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I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture
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Streets are filled wit goons and bloody niggas
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I seen my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach
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Caught him off-guard, foldin his hundred
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It's like a life never ends, never know when it's comin
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[Trigga]
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Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses violent
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Live from medalion, ?nometry? dealin equality
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You could stop to see profiles of me
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Mic styles of me, lifestyles of me
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Parallel prophecy, three-sixty degree
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Complete the formation, salute the salvation
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A Wu nation, do the knowledge no hatin
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No misbehavin, lyrical affiliation
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Artist in occupation together maintainin
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Brain stainin, metaphor mutilatin
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This generation, a misleading calculation
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No elevation, time wastin and live chasin
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[Prodigal Sun]
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A day and night crime scene, livin in the time machine
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Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen over some green
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Surrounded by crooks, a life wit jux and bloody heist
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It's a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice price
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In this hell puzzle filled wit bitches, money and trouble
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Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy fuckin up the hustle
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It's a struggle, in jungle wit sin we fondle men
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Plus a prison, ain't no division and no religion
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And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical
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Cash phenomenal, blast at your abdominal
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Niggas is comical, fuckin wit the abominal
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Son, I promise you, you won't live to see tomorrow
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Catch a slug in the back of your head at the Apollo
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I'm a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo
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(Let's mark that ass nigga)
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Chorus 3x
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Feel Like an Enemy
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