HELL RAZAH lyrics : "Indian Giver"
G.G.O.
Ghetto Government Official
Yeah!
G.G.O.
Yeah!
[Hell Razah]
They say I got a conscious flow
A box full of Optimus
Got tell a bomb squad Sharon's 'bout to blow
Plant a seed then water it and watch it grow
Since Bush stole the skull of Geronimo
We roll deeper then the Navajo wit calico
My halo glow like a U.F.O.
I throw lava in volcano
Kill how Cain did Abel wit no label
What you bringing to this round table?
I sit amongst Kings, Prophets and Black Angels
Who speak truth on our truce angles
The youth dangle of a rope in the prison cell
We don't wanna sell dope but we living in hell
The Black male DNA from the blood cell
I drink up from the Holy Grail
Can't even trust even a email
They got my name misspelled as El-Razial
Written wit the finger of God
I'ma Rayon, rhyming aligning the stars
I'm the top shelf liquor by the bomb
Cognac wit a honey dip Cuban cigar
(Chorus) Razah
It go; one for the money
Two for the divas
Three ^!$$%s snuck into the club with their heaters
Four more bottles of pop I'm too killer
My swag got iller
The Black Pancho Villa
I want my spot back I'ma Indian Giver
My flow be the Nile River
I deliver like liquor on a bad liver
You ain't a killer you're wired with a transmitter
It go; one for the hungry
Two for the eaters
Three more Presidents come to deceive us
World War IV; report to new leaders
My swag got iller
The Black Pancho Villa
I want my spot back I'ma Indian Giver
My flow be the Nile River
I deliver like liquor on a bad liver
You ain't a killer you're wired with a transmitter
[Hell Razah]
Check it, I spit a 62 kilo, you not Gambino
I'm Black Cherokee; it's locked like the c-notes
I watch for the egos and drop 30 c-notes
32 shots in the the peek-hole
These ^!$$%s wanna re-vote
Therefore I feed 'em to the revolt
The Loc's and the Young Bloods wit love for the revolt
What you mad at me for? I'm business like Nino
My 16 blowing like C-4
Hide in the planes up in heat throat
Legal or illegal we gon' eat tho'
At 15 we turning into Ninos
Hoes in that Christian Dior who sip !@&( befo'
Come through the door then she leaving in war
Condoleezza Rice rolling da dice and yo life
George Bush wanna cheat on his life its so trife
It's still a plantation, slave making of a Freemasons
If you awake you'll see the son of Satan
(Chorus) Razah
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