Musical Murdah - Hell Razah, Ras Kass, Torae

Yo, where the fuck you get these pictures from?

(Yo I’ma show you some shit, man

Come on, we gonna go in here)

Renaissance

(We gonna see some shit on the walls in this fucking building

You ain’t never seen before)

You high, looking at the picture, that’s when it begin

You see an arm out the icon, come snatch you in

It’s hood hieroglyphics, it was written in graffiti scriptures

Fall of Twelve Tribes, leaving with us

They got a new Pope, the seeds of Hitler

We spell Bush with a swastika, Adolf is Schwarze-nigga

More coke, more ropes for out throats to kill us

Shipping dope through the churches, delivered in hearses

When you translate my verses, there’s blessings and curses

Musical Murdah, direct hearts from the strings of a harp

The Warrior’s Drum, at nighttime, give me a spark

I ain’t Bach or no Beethoven, may the Heavens open

For all the instruments of slaves stolen

It’s like holding on that chauffeur

Blowing on the Day of Atonement

Now we following the ways of the Romans

Play guitars when we building on mars

In the 'idst of Kabul, me and Priest share similar scars

Seven stars carved into my skin, what’s poppin'?

There’s something much more to that death of Johnny Cochran

I walk through the Valley of Kings, like Achnatten

And run up in the Vatican church, without a stocking

I say this verse with honesty for the poverty

But we’ve been kings since the Histo’s dynasty

Maccabeez, we deserve your apology

But this is prophecy, a piece of God’s property

I say this verse with honesty, for the poverty

But we’ve been kings since the Histo’s dynasty

Maccabeez, we deserve your apology

But this is prophecy, a piece of God’s property

Ah!

Musical murdah

It’s murder he wrote

We murder these notes (Yeah!)

It’s Razah, Ras Kass (Yo!)

You heard of me loc

Yo, two years when I’m on vacation, just one man defying a nation

Who else could chop pies in the basement?

Then turn around and sign with a Mason

Define the relation between crime and inflation

Dominicano and Haitian

Throw out all your old CDs, me and Hell Razah replaced them

And that one gun will show you how the west coast rocks

Bitches pull out your titties like Courtney Love

I’m like the sidewalk homie, I support these blocks

Scorching hot, jailhouse tattered, forty Glocks

You are going to need morphine shots

The pain is exquisite and your ride or die, bitch, I’ma tell Xzibit to pimp it

(Ha, ha, ha, ha)

Old nigga, new nigga, trying to take the Spear of Destiny and put it through,

niggas

Crack Da Vinci’s Code, Ras the black Meryl Vingian

Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene’s next of kin

But in the end, every three seconds a child dies in Africa, genocidal massacre

And rappers know I walk on walls like tarantula

My flow is cancer the answer to why you on my dick like a catheter

I laugh at half of you, mortals can’t stand my velocity

I flip the Earth’s axis with a spatula

And possibly, I’ma crack the surface

Captain Kirk is in the hood, like liquor stores and Baptist churches

Motherfucker

Musical murdah

It’s murder he wrote (Yeah!)

We murder these notes

It’s Razah, Ras Kass

You heard of me loc

I say this verse with honesty for the poverty

But, we’ve been kings since the Histo’s dynasty

Maccabeez, we deserve your apology

But, this is prophecy, a piece of God’s property

I say this verse with honesty for the poverty

But, we’ve been kings since the Histo’s dynasty

Maccabeez, we deserve your apology

But, this is prophecy, a piece of God’s property

Musical Murdah

Musical Murdah

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