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