| Yeah, Renaissance Child, Bronze Nazareth
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| Make sure your turban cover your face
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| We got to air it out, cock and squeeze, give me some room to breath
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| We be those Huey P’s, watching over little seeds
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| Air it out, cock and squeeze, vowels to meet the kings
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| We be those Maccabeez, throwing up angel wings
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| Pass desert eagles to the last Hebrews
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| Who got knowledge of the good and evil, we see through the deceiptful
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| With eyes like a young Ezekiel, a holy people, addicted to a dope needle
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| The prophecy of a black male as crack sales
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| We rebel after hearing Joy and Maxwell
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| So I act like Fidel over Israel
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| All hail to the nephew of Ismael
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| I raise Hell, anywhere, any hood that I dwell
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| Wake up to hearing shootouts and gun smells, burning an L We went from plainmen dwelling in tents, to paying rent
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| In the project that smell like a pissy snakepit
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| Put on your warpaint, fatigues and brand new Timbs
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| Get your glocks out the block, and let’s shoot off limbs
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| And they snakes when they grin, in they two-door Benz
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| I’m underground, no spins, and I still got wins
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| How many records you gon’make about you sitting on rims?
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| We grown men, better step up your game and drop gems
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| This ain’t Mos Def, Kanye, Nas or Common
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| I’m a Sun of Man, Maccabee branch, so pay homage
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| No conflict, just happen we black and be conscious
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| Any comments, the hell that we raise, the violence
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| I’m just honest, true generals move in silence
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| So when you talk a whole lot you abuse my kindness
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| All the prayers I gave, God should raise ya’ll out of these graveyards
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| My eight bars like Master Farrad
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| Sat in a car, banging Ray Charles, building on bank cards
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| And while the brainwash, slaving for steam jobs
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| We had our faith robbed, mothers was chased for us They had Malcolm on phone taps and tape recorders
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| Who can we trust now? |
| When they don’raped daughters
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| And manslaughtered the father figure with strong liquor
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| Meanwhile the angel of death, became my baby sitter
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| It’s like I’m Nat Turner going through a Bible Scripture
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| They took our black Jesus, and gave us Caesar’s picture
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| If cops shoot at niggas, that make us all sinners
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| So when I grab my AK, I pray the lord forgive us We in the hood, ock, with Enoch walking with us Just pyramid builders, but they don’made us killers
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| Murdered Pablo and framed us as drug dealers
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| Took Colombia’s cocaine with no shame
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| And had Charlie Parker hitting his dope vein
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| And then it backfired to Kurt Cobain
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| You do the crime, do the time, you invented the game
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| I got no I.D., I switched up my government name
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| All of my thugs love to bang, we be one in the same
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| I got my sons coming up, so I wanted to change…
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| We gotta change somewhere man
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| «All over this country, they cried
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| Men and women. |
| fathers and mothers
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| Cried for those who disappeared»
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| Red Hook, it’s Razah Rubies
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| The Renaissance Child, Brooklyn
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| I’m airing it out, from here on Youknowhatimasaying, we gon’continue on The album don’t stop here, knowhatimsaying?
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| Ghetto Government, this is just what it is, man
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| This is life, in it’s purest form
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| Ambassador, hip hop in it’s purest form
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| That’s my nigga right there. |
| it’s been reborn
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| The rebirth, the Renaissance Child
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| Knowhatimsaying? |
| We Da Last Future
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| I’mma air it out, anytime you see me Anywhere, any TV, any magazine, word up, man
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| Anywhere, anything you see me do, Maccabeez
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| You gon’know why I Hell Raze
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| You gon’know why they call me Hell Razah, aight?
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| Big up to Tribe of Judah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Millennium Warfare, artist - Hell Razah. Album song Renaissance Child, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп