Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Razah's Ladder, artist - Blue Sky Black Death. Album song Razah's Ladder, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.10.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Razah's Ladder |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Razah Rubiez |
Blue Sky Black Death (Oh y’all thought I was finished? Huh?) |
You’re now climbin' up the Razah’s Ladder |
(It's just the beginnin') |
Each step you take, the level get higher |
(It's is another level right here) |
I hope y’all could keep up, man |
(Let's get into it) |
It’s Robin Hood in a Champion hoodie |
You need stamina, rookie |
Son I don’t think they understandin' me fully |
'Til the evil start screamin' at 'em, Devils and demons at 'em |
Champagne and pantyhose, they ask about Daddy Rose |
Shotguns and calicos, windband across the globe |
Passports and bank rolls, comin' back in farmer clothes |
International, put a body on a forty cal |
Aim, squeeze seven rounds, B.K. |
we put it down |
Attack of the bloodhound, now you wanna bite my style? |
I could sniff a pussy out a football (smell that?) |
For every two steps you take, I’ma ten times elevate |
My mindstate educate while many raise the crime rate |
In '98 told y’all escape or evacuate |
'88 we came up to Rakim tapes |
Still havin' flashbacks, seein' Glen’s wake |
Tell my fam, when they hear said «Son, I know what you feelin'» |
When I’m done, tell 'em Razah renovated the buildin' |
With the help from all the hate and the love of the children |
No matter Power Rule or Crip, it’s our blood be spillin' |
Baby moms treat a brother like she Terry McMillan |
For every hero there’s a villain puttin' cash in the ceilin' |
Who was there when the broken heart needed the healin'? |
Know the cards that you dealin' when them jokers is hidden |
It’s good riddance with a dead fish, the bed of the widow |
El Samuel got the four-fifth under the pillow |
You toss and turn with the tumble-weeds rollin' in willows |
Havin' dreams of bein' famous with ya amateur demos |
Heaven or Hell, we all scattered |
We all sinners so it don’t matter |
You’re now climbin' up Razah’s Ladder |
The next level is the hereafter |
Or either burn with the backstabbers |