Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Raised In Hell , by - Hell Razah. Release date: 27.09.2010
Song language: English
Raised In Hell |
| Rubiez! |
| Yo Raz', man, you still putting it down in Hip-Hop, man |
| No’m’sain? |
| (Word?) |
| They brainwashing our babies through Hip-Hop now, man (I know) |
| Let 'em know, you still here raising our nation |
| I’m a traveling man till they separate the goat and the lamb |
| Since the Covenant with Abraham that promised the land |
| When the return of the Son of Man, the chariots land |
| Better plan to be somewhere Bible in hand |
| And pray the Seraphim’s and Cherubim’s is guiding our fam |
| I’m underground as the railroad that Harriet ran |
| Now we on the Peter Pan bus swallowing grams |
| Our first chance at a couple of grands |
| I’m surrounded by Swine Flu’s and nine jewels |
| Adolescences that brain tools the high schools |
| They injected a biochip inside foods |
| From how to rule to being Piru’s |
| To the teachers of the honorable |
| And Yah or Jah the most powerful |
| You know the damage that a dollar do |
| We still dying like we Amadou |
| I got them begging me for volume 2 |
| I wonder what it was that Malcolm knew? |
| He didn’t run when the bullets flew |
| See I’m a lion in the Brooklyn Zoo |
| Inside a concrete jungle do |
| Now the question is who is you? |
| Would you die if you knew the truth? |
| The word of God is my bulletproof |
| And any weapon that you choose to shoot |
| It’s like Bishop and Q |
| I’m gon’to top roof |
| True stories ain’t no happy endings |
| It’s either blood shedding after weddings |
| It ain’t no telling when the killers blending |
| We all headed in the Armageddon |
| Till we either in Hell or Heaven |
| That’s my man Hell Razah |
| What I tell you? |
| Brooklyn’s Finest, man |
| He’s a problem, man |
| All they hear is… Razah woke the children, man |
| From Brooklyn to Bethlehem |
| Wingz Up! |
| You are now listening to the sounds of the Renaissance Child! |
| Last year they was hard off too much 50 |
| Now they Microsoft X-Box 360 |
| My own team players tried to Michael Vick me |
| K-9 unit wanna search and sniff me |
| Bulletproof vest on that match my Dickies' |
| With Air Force or Timbs that’s always biffy |
| Drunk or piffy, sober or tipsy |
| My city gotta eat more then Nicole Richie |
| If 09's are 90's this our year, man |
| I came in fly like Tuskegee Airmen |
| You get aired out, check ya PSI’s |
| We the booth DNA for the CSI’s |
| Tell these clorox rapper this the new NY |
| Just because Biggie and Pac I’ll let 'em slide |
| Alotta man got killed over too much pride |
| I got his or hers’a coffin for Bonnie and Clyde’s |
| 22's on the hearse, is you ready to ride? |
| It gets deeper then the verse, is you ready to die? |
| My weakness was kindness but part of my bloodiness |
| With 20/20 vision when it comes to my conscious |
| Stop all the nonsense, he don’t want war |
| The bullets outta Wal-Mart in PA gun stores |
| A few more months coming, brand new gun law |
| Guantanamo Bay moving all of the drug lords |
| Niggaz making rap songs identity fraud now |
| I’m big in the East like I played for Georgetown |
| I’ve been on point guard, now watch me clap boards |
| I burst so many I should open a rap morgue |
| At four years old with a chalk and a blackboard |
| I’ve picked up slack all the places you lacked on |
| You hustling backwards, selling your cracks wrong |
| America’s Online, who’s ready to log on? |
| «The Hell Razah — Raised In Hell» |