| Yeah, there’s twelve jewels to the Rubik’s Cube
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| You gotta match the jewels together to unlock the secret code
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| This the Razah’s Rubik’s Cube
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| This is '08, still No Love Without Hate
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| So I sent 'em to the Pearly Gates with early wakes
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| We dug in the crates of the mid-eighties
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| For the heroin crack babies with .380's
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| And been insane since Cain made his first murder
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| Could take your brain cells much further
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| Do the knowledge, be a observer
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| Open your mind like the Blue Sky
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| Or go Judas, do suicide
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| You can’t escape from the truth and die
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| You won’t survive livin’through a lie
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| So the world became flesh for U-N-I-verse anything evil
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| Bang bang from the Desert Eagle
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| It’s either Kush or a Sour Diesel, build a casino like Bugsy Siegel
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| So, show your poker face, 'cause if I spit, it’s a open case
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| A closed casket for niggas fate…
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| When I give you this jewel, would you go and sell it back to the fool?
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| I was told by wise men that the Blacks was Jews
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| So that made me strap up wit tools
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| This is Razah’s Rubik’s Cube
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| If I give you this jewel, would you go and sell it back to the fool?
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| I was told by wise men that the Blacks was Jews
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| So that made me strap up wit tools
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| This is Razah’s Rubik’s Cube
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| They say my roots run deeper then the tree Eve ate off
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| Fasten your seat belt, prepare for the take off
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| Watch for the Romans, 'cause Julius got paid off
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| They move in a fort from Alexander to Adolf
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| My mind be a war machine built for the Moorish King
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| Same way Dru Ali stood for his own regime
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| Razah gon’ride for the casualties on my team
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| Load up our clips, wipe the gun off with baby oil
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| Devils want beef? |
| We in the hallway waitin’for you
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| Half-man, half-immortal, send you through a time portal
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| Maccabee oracle, talk like Morpheus
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| This is motivation for the kids in the orphanage
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| Operation Butterfly, my mind metamorphosis
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| Change from a caterpillar, attack of the black guerrillas
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| Round up all the killers that stuck through the corners with us Bumrush the White House, set off the transmitters
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| Breakin’all camcorders, hijack the radio
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| Hotwire the news van and turn to the Razah Show
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| («The largest manhunt in recent memory is being undertaken…»)
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| Hotwire the news van and turn to the Razah Show
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| If I give you this jewel, would you go and sell it back to the fool?
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| I was told by wise men that the Blacks was Jews
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| So that made me strap up wit tools
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| This is Razah’s Rubik’s Cube
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| When I give you this jewel, would you go and sell it back to the fool?
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| I was told by wise men that the Blacks was Jews
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| So that made me strap up wit tools
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| This is Razah’s Rubik’s Cube
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| («Malcolm X again with a pen»)
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| («My mind is a weapon»)
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| («Malcolm X again with a pen»)
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| («Malcolm X again with a pen»)
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| («My mind is a weapon»)
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| There’s twelve jewels
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| Blue Sky Black Death, Choco on the boards
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| You now on the Razah’s Ladder, baby, you on your way up
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| «Somebody can just go out and get a gun and shoot somebody
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| because they feel that they’re doing some good in the world?»
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| «Making the world a safer place.»
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| «Are you kidding?»
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| «They're doing it for good, and they’re only killing the people who kill.»
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| «They're not out there just killing for fame.»
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| «They should be in every major city.»
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| «Every major city!»
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| «These guys are playing God, I mean, this whole religious deal,
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| who the hell do they think they are?»
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| «KILL 'EM ALL!»
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| «Oh, I’m all for it. |
| Fuck them motherfuckers…
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| the more people they kill, the better it is for everybody.» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Cube , by - Blue Sky Black Death. Song from the album The Razah's Ladder Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп