[Intro: Hell Razah]
Ladies and gentlemen, Renaissance Child


[Hell Razah]
We burn rosters and rap labels, when I burp
It's a volcano, I spit lava since the lunch table

From the grave to the baby cradle
I have your favorite rapper handicapped and disable
You like a stepson, I help raise you, disrespectful

And unthankful, to everything that your pops gave you
See this rap %#@! is half snitching
Feds listening so what's the difference

They point you out and they give descriptions
Just labelled it the music business
Same %#@! got the youth addicted

It's bullet holes in the kitchen when the dope was missing
!@&@e sniffing in the board room of Richard Nixon
Too many hitmen, don't trust chaffeurs

We snuff bugs in your Range Rover, and put wires on your gang of soldiers
Nextel got your cell tap, it got cameras where we sell crack
In the ghetto where the wealth's at

It's too bad, cuz they held back
We came strapped like Geronimo Black
Knock 'em down like dominos, where ^!$$%s love following cats

They Power Rulez or they Crips, but we Lost Hebrews
Black Jews in the jungle, cuz it's famine of food
^!$$%s looking at me wrong, cuz I'm handing them jewels

I'm like a wiseman stranded on a planet of fools
The cannon'll move when ^!$$%s understanding my shoes
Back up, Raze' and Rubix Cube

And I ain't really gon' $#&@ with this dude, ^!$$%
Get it right, man


*Barack Obama speech*