Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hell Razors, artist - Jus Allah. Album song All Fates Have Changed, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Hell Razors |
Blood, death, sex and crimes |
Reminds me of some of my most memorable times |
Stand placed, those were the good ol' days |
Ain’t shit changed, still maintain my old ways |
Upgrade, livin' like kings, gettin' nice things |
Build and destroy, everything live brings |
Killin' for sport, niggas ain’t as real as I thought |
I’m just angry, lot of hate still in my heart |
Playin' my part, rhymes like Christ is dark |
One dart, and the crisis starts |
We stumble amongst the path, that the righteous walk |
You not worthy of the math, that the science is taught |
Peep the system, with the wisdom, even if you cause friction |
Give a fuck, main focus is Allah’s mission |
Take your cross off, ask for forgiveness |
First can’t prove, God, the man witness |
Got an L, kid, nah, cool if you dig |
Buildin' off the two, show and prove when I spit |
Buddha fist, tell the truth, school is a bid |
A tool to condition, how we choose to live |
Use the shit, the jewel, leave 'em, fools should get |
Death don’t apply, still we fuse to get |
It’s ludicrous, who would of thought the shoes’ll fit |
Feed 'em food for thought, before I chew these kids |
Ya’ll left Kathy, but y’all can’t approach Sally |
Frankie had a black with cats in back allies |
Black gats strapped to the barney |
I be god damn if the man won’t buy me |
Shots of Bacardi, splash of coffee |
Seven in the morning, going to crash the party |
Probably blowing lines of oxy |
Allah U Akbar, for my mind and body |
Spit science, eyes of a mystic spell |
Playin' God, with crimes like Christmas carols |
Shit’s terrible, but the blind get hit with arrows |
Pickin' off the hero’s, like fish in the barrel |
Spit parables, compared with the knowledge of devils |
Each claim me, now I’mma feel lost in hell |
Spark the L, clearly I don’t want y’all help |
Look up in the mirror, I saw God himself |
We rock well, we will never bow to your king |
With corpse selling, I knock at any coward who sings |
Court cases, got me coming back with more things |
Died and went to court, for what I got in my northface |
Short changed, faith in every word Allah sing |
For all dame, call at all events, I foreseen |
Clouded up your head like morphine |
Raw to the core, your brain absorbs the lost links |
Allah, father or lord, with sharpened sword |
First cry, hit the redbull’s eye in the dartboard |
Leave when motherfuckers playin' harps and chords |
Fatal scars, this year we taking ours |
Even if it’s taking food out your baby jaws |
License to God, giving all praise to Allah, my favorite part |
Fuck y’all, your CD’s collect dust balls |
Kill you niggas today, before the sun falls |
This is where I thrive, trynna revive the crime |
Proof real niggas get they lie |
This no motherfuckin' image, balance the limits |
Infinite, no start for a fuckin' finish |
Niggas nowhere involved in God’s business |
Best friends with the least to fuck with star witness |
Motherfuckers deserve they ugly ass heads spinning |
Only good fuck the devils, is a dead man |