Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Return Of The Renaissance , by - Hell Razah. Release date: 27.09.2010
Song language: English
Return Of The Renaissance |
| Yeah, Renaissance Child, Heaven Razah |
| Raziel, on Earth as it is in Heaven |
| Wings up, yo, let me see your heavenly swagger |
| Ya’ll do it like this with me |
| Renaissance '76, some say heavenly sent |
| My pitch got my enemies sick |
| Now I’m back independent as Prince, a young black industry pimp |
| That’ll flip more money that’s spent |
| More flows for your memory chip, when I empty a clip |
| I don’t miss like a Kennedy hit |
| I’m Max Julien, a millionaire mind inside a hooligan |
| Got chicks that’s Peruvian that slip toolies in |
| (Clubs and parties), the project Marcus Garvey |
| Turn the hood to the woods or a dark safari |
| Spit game that’s older than the black Atari |
| Or I can upgrade quicker than a fast Ferrari |
| Still denim and Gore-Tex, but more or less I’m ready for war vets |
| No Rolex or homo sex, I wrote off debts |
| I slept with the Tec in my Polo vest |
| Go back like a Memorex tape cassette |
| But still I rep my project, back of the F |
| Red Hook got 'em shook up, gasping for breath |
| Haunt niggas on the third day after my death |
| Amazing grace, I ain’t with the Bathing Apes |
| A&R's wanna hate, try to tell me to wait |
| Without a mixtape, don’t make me spit in your face |
| Put this 40 to your head, make you dig in the safe |
| I’m the great Constantine, I carve the kings |
| I’m a Renaissance Child from my father’s genes |
| Like Joseph interperting a Pharaoh’s dream |
| Man, business affairs better have my CREAM |
| Now the white man plan is to have my queen |
| I seen bosses with Maybelline on |
| Got sick of hearing Brook-nam need a good theme song |
| I’m reborn, I’m back now, getting my eat on |
| It’s Heaven Razah so be gone |
| Yo, your physician got you worse than crackheads |
| Man with the plan get you needed them damn meds |
| The corporations controlling the airwaves |
| They on your brain you ain’t nothing but their slaves |
| The feds reading your Twitters and your Facebooks |
| They be tapping your cells, tracking your smells, put you back in your cells |
| On TV every politican flip flop |
| And it don’t stop, amateur porn sites, bitches lick cock |
| Planned Parenthood, the basis, the sterilization |
| Of so-called genetically inferior races |
| Nazis using eugenics to kill black babies |
| Who better me and Heaven Razah take it back to the 80s |
| The boom-bip-bap and the bop of the rap, stolen cop car |
| Hop in the back, pop in a cap, they ain’t locking the cat |
| Rocking a track, cocking it back |
| Hip-hop from the doctor operating never dropping the wack |
| The White House digging through your e-mails |
| Entertainment industry run by homosexual shemales |
| The climate change is irrelevant |
| The global warming fearmongers trying to bring in the world government |
| Government poison is sown with chemicals |
| Humans beings being born with horns and tentacles |
| The program keeping you in your damn hood |
| Mentally raping you and taking your manhood |
| Lon Chaney, the Phantom, abandon your plan and examine the famine |
| Helping you preparing, I’m sharing awareness |
| I’m caring, I’m blam blamming the cannon like Yosemite Sam and |
| The Sunz of Man, and the Wu-Tang Clan, and the Rugged Man and |
| As a kid I wasn’t interested in Transformers |
| Wanted to be like Rambo and shoot rocket launchers |
| Public relations, creations, rappers that are Freemasons |
| Kissing dick for initiations, these are iffy situations |