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Killah Priest f Hell Razah

  Mind as a Weapon

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[Hell Razah]4th Disciple, what what, Sunz of ManSunz of Man.. Heaven Razah, Killah PriestKillah Priest, knowI`msayin`?Prodigal Sunn, 60 Sec... 60 Sec. (yeah)The Ambassador, yeah, ha, what?Check.. yo.[Chorus 3X: Hell Razah w/ ad-libs]Sunz of Man, what? We come together like gasses of The SunThere comes a time without no money, drugs and gunsJust the Mind as a Weapon for the blind, deaf and dumb[Hell Razah]Here we come, here we come, use the truth to overcome.Here we come, here we come, here we come.After my dagger enters, blood drips from ya liverI set up real world niggaz out like I`m Tommy HilfigerTake the motive vibe, eye of a killerPlace drugs and arms on drug dealersSatan says "Satan get behind me"Georgio Armani, custom garments made from GodbodyI said the truth hurts ya weak spot like karateIlluminati/FBI`s couldn`t watch meYou won`t survive with a Versaceor when the gunshot hit ya bodyI`m on some next shit, it`s a war, get out ya LexusYou on my guest list, so choose ya exitto ya deathwish, the useless get buried my a homocidal of unnecessaryWe be drinkin` royal wine, pumpin` wine berriesI never drink the blood of Mary, ya ass don`t scare meThe enemy is my worst enemyVirus to this music industry, come and deliverya water, ya penalty, niggaz they be killin` melike they mobsters from ItalyMeanwhile Kings hate Queens in captivityAl Capone clones and brains in slave chainsCheck the herobome, transportin` through white robesHeadphones and telephones, to make the unknown knownBefore sticks and stones broke bonesWe was conquerin`, Roman gold robesKidnapped, naked away from home, now we red guest rollsCalled by Jon Doe now with the Red Rose, the communistsSnakes transform like Optimus Prime to a suit and tieMy mind detects like a lie detectorWe don`t need Gadgets to be InspectorsThe only knowledge, got on Mecca reflectorsAin`t nothin` funny, I burn ya rap clothes and ya moneyThere`s too many crash test dummiesWearin` shades cuz the truth gets too sunnyMe and my true fam`, we spread history like a museumput ya guns down and use ya two handsKeepin` documents stack like the paper at a newstandThe old man ordered the Mr. Officer to stop the lock upThe black orchestra, scuba divers in Nautica drownin`in the blood, road warriors don`t budgeI offer the same office of death of a life of a slaveBright light keep the bats in the cavesSome sold their soul to the Devil to get paid in bundlesBetray sense, back to the grave in the jungleAnd the camouflage nation never change, now they`re humbleMakes the world rumble.They shock the world from all, skyscrapers crumbleAnd the running back fumbles[Chorus 3X w/ ad-libs][Killah Priest]Killah PriestWe used to wear Cuffies studded with RubiesBut now we into Gucci, Tommy Gunns and mob moviesKids ya get robbed for ya lucciMy black woman, so many names, somethingTheir whole wind, stingFor ya mind and I`ll be the stringUse a form of Yoga, turn my mic into a King CobraPull out ya brain Nova, my album`ll touch you like the death of MalcolmStalk prey like a falconWhen I design poems, each line shines like a rhinestoneWill leave ya mind blown, lost in a timezonePoliticians follow traditions, they got Clinton spittin`Some are supersticious, a group of witchesReduced to bitches, everyday they shoot switchesI`m on the loose takin` picturesat all the Devils, I drop science like metalBlack as Othello, heat up a mic like a kettleThe kid says, "Settle down.. down.. down"I`m supernatural, factual, actual, the masterMy garment is laced in JasperJade, amber, the ladies pull out their camerasat the 7 Shield CommanderSalute the troops when I was away to recoup`As a juvenile is when I had to prove styleWas too cock`, it made him shake in his bootsMust choose spot between Gates and TruthAnd got with the boys and did biz and got ligRe-nig and made noise like toys and kidsWords around the block, the cops versus usAnd got my glock cocked now I`m ready to bustAimin` at Jack with two gats, who to shoot atThey moved back.. but hold up before we do thatLet`s do a rally in the alleyAnd niggaz that`ll rally in the valley, ready to retali-ate, why realize the hate from the trials and their datesDoin` miles, so they foul from the stateOr do abort their health and aborted all their selfI hold my ammunition cuz I take the sword of delfVicious, whoever seem suspicious, hit him, leave him twistedJust lost my job and got evictedThugs and drug dealers gettin` slugs and squealersThey hug the killers and drink mugs of Miller`sAnd have ya vexed in a hold up while the cops eatin` donutsFamilies is broke up, families is broke upFamilies is broke up.Broke up.. broke up, what?Killah Priest and Hell Razah

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