Fear Of God - Hell Razah

Lights, cameras, and action

I write down lyrics of passion

A Christ like it’s back then but with a Mac-10

For all the Romans and the Anglo-Saxons

That old serpent now turned into a dragon

Ever since I was solo I heard 'em taking shots on the low-low

Even though it broke my heart, why?

Manolo

I’m loco, can easily snap without a four-door

The wrong one to come up on to get promo

Be with Silverback thugs, we give you bear hugs

When we bussing our guns you need earplugs

If it ain’t war from above then what you scared off?

They ain’t use to no cakes so when they choose they fate

You get the fiery lakes instead of the golden gates

I give bulletproof love so I’m immune to hate

So if you’re bugging the gas then I’m a fumigate

I’m where the angels and the Son of Man communicate

I’m a Rabbi samurai, sword for outta nine

Say goodbye to my pop at five

And inspire for the All-Seeing-Eye

Inside the studio booth could be the alibi

Salute the El Shaddai or each and every tribe

You need a Heavenly mind you wanna read my vibe

I’m on another page (You on the wrong chapter)

Another chalice of grand coo

Cali kush and visual bamboo

This year we flip our money like an Al Green sample

Soon to blow, we ain’t talking bout ya birthday candles

I’m back cause a rap left you a bad example

When you gamble you lose like the Watergate Scandal

My handle on the trey pound is rubber grip

Go and get any dog you stick and I’m a kill 'em like Michael Vick

I sit like I’m in the cockpit of the mother-ship

Your diamonds is conflict compared to my conscious

I’m in the zone, call me Ron Sterling but just a lil darker

The legendary rap Charlie Parker

The Godfather with a sharpie marker

More smarter, so I got a better business partner

Jackie Robinson whips, Brooklyn Dodgers

I’m J.A.

Rogers with a chrome revolver

You need Viagra pills to go Carter

I’m more sharper then the ice pick

My mic sick, got the flu virus

Started seance for ghost writers

Go head and sell me out to Pontius Pilate

They blocked their numbers and they call me private

Too many foe tech conversations

Y’all don’t really want no confrontation

Abomination of desolation, got Obama pacing

Back and forth, blessed be the patient

They said I should of been an outpatient

Inside of hospitals it’s Satan’s matrix

For being God’s favorite who loved Jacob but he hated Essau

Hit the detonator for the C-4 on the Eastern seaboard

For all the soldiers that’s in the street war

I breathe for the younger children that’s on the sea shore

And this circus of this chitterlings circuit

Same Sambo’s but different curtains

So I don’t end up as a missing person

Or bystander when I’m spitting verses

FEMA coffins ain’t no need for hearses

Turn ya gun into the nearest Churches