| «Ooooh guns, Your master is violent, your enemy is peace»
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| «Thank you all for coming
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| And thank you for supporting your organization
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| I have twenty five words for you
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| From my cold dead hands»
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| Yea, we don’t make no vests, right?
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| No pistols, bullets and shells (Yea, «Renaissance Child»)
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| You’kno’whatI’m’sayin'? |
| We don’t make grenades
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| (A.K.A. Hell Razah, Maaaccaaabee — Military)
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| We don’t make none of that shit
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| We just know what to do with it though
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| (All my soldiers stand up)
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| You’kno’whatI’m’sayin'? |
| («Smoking Gunnz»)
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| Y’all sell that shit at Wal*Mart
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| Y’all sell that shit (
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| , I smell the «Smoking Gunnz»)
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| Ask the NRA where the «Smoking Gunnz» at?
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| Yo, I’m where projects is crack mansions
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| It ain’t been this real, since the Black Panthers
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| We ain’t the Beatles makin' music for you Charles Mansons
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| I make a whole college campus since the Mac anthem
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| 'Til America fall, I stand stronger than the Berlin Wall
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| My software is warfare for the poor to install
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| And download in your Medulla, who’s the lion of Judah?
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| And send a virus through the wires of the beast’s computer
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| They raidin' our cribs, invasion like Bay of the Pigs
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| For my hood, we reacted like how Castro did
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| Modern day Eisenhower — sent the planes to the Towers
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| While the government blamed it on some nuclear powers
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| A world, traded their weapons for some U.S. dollars
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| Take notes, of the quotes, when you buildin' with scholars
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| I sit back, doin the knowledge, who be sniffin' that powder?
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| It’s white collar, criminology versus Jehovah
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| If you was lookin' for that «Smoking Gunn»
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| I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from? |
| (Yea)
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| I would ask Smith & Wesson how to make me one (Ask them)
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| You should smell your own hands for the «Smoking Gunn» (Can you smell it?)
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| Yea, if you was lookin' for that «Smoking Gunn»
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| I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from (Ask him)
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| I would ask Smith and Wesson how to make me one
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| You should smell ya own hands for the «Smoking Gunn» (Smell it?)
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| My saliva is liver, son I write with the hand of an arson
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| Give me a harpoon, I autograph my name in shark skin
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| Get deeper each bar, like you swimmin' with dolphins
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| Keep my head above water, to enlighten my aura
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| White robes, black justice versus judges and lawyers
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| Supreme Court be a force that was made to destroy us
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| To the Most High, I testify to plead my case
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| While they hate on my race and white wash the faces
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| This the Renaissances ages, I value my wages
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| Ask the reverend why the Bible be missin' some pages
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| Do we suffer 'cause the birth right was given to Jacob?
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| Or because my brother Isa (pbuh) was Isaac’s favorite?
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| They named us Native Indians and then enslaved us
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| Broke bread with the enemy that soon betrayed us
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| Lured the lions out the jungle, then they put 'em in cages
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| Now the cubs live in wildlife, spittin' out razors
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| Hunt or be hunted, a species, livin' in danger
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| Took the God and their language, now they labeled us gangsters
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| Criminals, ex-cons, Ariel Sharon
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| Another reason, I’m squeezin' with the right to bare arms
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| If you was lookin' for that «Smoking Gunn»
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| I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from? |
| (What?)
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| I would ask Smith & Wesson how to make me one (Uh-huh)
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| You should smell your own hands for the «Smoking Gunn»
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| Yea, if you was lookin' for that «Smoking Gunn» (Uh-huh)
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| I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from
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| I would ask Smith and Wesson how to make me one
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| You should smell ya own hands for the «Smoking Gunn» (Where you at?)
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| I write seeds like the Borgia family
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| Cut throat for the throne
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| Posin' as Christ, the six Popes of Rome
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| Cardinals bangin' on church doors, the verses I draw
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| Written out like curses on boards
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| Read 'em backwards, no distractions
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| Find out, Priest is John the Baptist
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| With a rap gift, I come to free the captives
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| Like Jesus in Nazareth, deep as Atlantis
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| The prayin' mantis, with the advantage
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| When it comes to the English sand scripts
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| I write it eight times, like Tarantulas
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| Slugs fly through the Vatican Walls
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| Then the great dragon will pour
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| Drip water while I’m sweatin', readin' the Torah
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| He spots me, swam from the sea to the border |
| Grab my ribs, I kick him where he has his kids
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| He head butts me, slams me on top of my pastor’s crib
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| I stand up, back ripped up, recitin' the forty-ninth psalms
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| Holdin a medieval knife in my palms, the right to bare arms
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| I stick him in his head, hell bust wide open
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| Demons come out smokin', flyin' through my body
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| I grab their tail then slew his army
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| I say a verse just to wake the zombies
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| It’s Priesthood. |
| *panting heavily*
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| If you was lookin' for that «Smoking Gunn»
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| I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from?
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| I would ask Smith & Wesson how to make me one
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| You should smell your own hands for the «Smoking Gunn»
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| Yea, if you was lookin' for that «Smoking Gunn»
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| I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from
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| I would ask Smith and Wesson how to make me one
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| You should smell ya own hands for the «Smoking Gunn»
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| «We have work to do, hearts to heal
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| Evil to defeat and a country to unite
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| We may have differences, yes
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| And we will again suffer tragedy almost beyond description
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| But when the sun sets tonight
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| And forever more, let it always set on, we the people
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| Secure in our land of the free and home of the brave
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| I for one plan to do my part, thank you» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoking Gunnz, artist - Hell Razah. Album song Renaissance Child, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп