Hell Razah - Underground To Da Heavens Lyrics
[Sample from some interview]As a writer of young, I know you have influence in your writin[Intro: Hell Razah]Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYo that's that nigga right thereYo I feel this right hereFor the street headsThat's that nigga from the Sunz of Man right thereEh yo, I'm feelin that catI gotta drink to this hereHell Razah, 9th chiddleThis nigga doin the solo shitAbout to blid up[Chorus 2X: Hell Razah]This how it go down, millenium childUnderground to Da Heavens, the Hell Razah stay reppinI got this game locked - no questionI thank God for every last blessinUntil it's Armageddon[Hell Razah]I'm more advanced than computer technology, invade your privacyInterruptions with no apology, take your mind for a great odysseyDrop a fishnet, so follow me where the prophets beHollywood be astronomy, adul-atry rapThe battle axe split your wig backBlood drip, leavin the trackI got pressin plants scared to put me on waxFrom a thought to a debt-trap and two inch reelsWanna catch up where I'm at? Renew your skillsConcentratin on my next move, lose your dealStay on tour like a homeless travellerSome be wildin out their characterThey wonder why the ghetto's mad at yaI be the champion without a challengerMy .40 caliber take your next days of the Roman calendarHangin rappers by their gold chain, at a close rangeScratch your name off the contract, get out of the gamePull your plug out from backstage on Soul TrainI be a threat at a young age, the Hell to the RazeSolid rays be the diamond that your girl can't appraiseTo the most high in Christ, from my life give him praise[Interlude: Hell Razah]All my out of state niggas get money to thisAnd all my on the corner niggas get money to thisAnd all my weed smokin *****es get money to thisAnd all my drinkin ass *****es get money to thisAnd all my Hell Razah niggas get money to thisAnd all my niggas feelin this get money to this[Hell Razah]We live the poverty life, fightin for sovereignty rightsIt's hard to be nice and let a snake lie to meI put a worm on a fishin hook to see if you biteThese lyrics I write is for the ones believin in ChristWe in the last nights of cars, chicks, weed and diceChildren of darkness, can't achieve the lightYou rather, cut off your hand before receive this micI only bleed for my G-G's who breathe a lifeAin't nothin changed in this Garden Of EdenWe mad for a reasonNiggas that I trust will try to stop me from eatinLike I was Malcolm X, son, they tried to stop me from speakinI'm the livin word, death couldn't stop me from teachinCan't see 'em like the oxygen you breathin, solo or legion2000, everybody schemin late in the eveninCrackheads on store corners look for drugs on usMy team got criminal lawyers bound before usWe Ghetto Government 'til the world fall in love with itDon't sleep on the man's humblenessDon't forget the 5000 I fought you with, from the orphanageFor the street I recorded it, so you could walk with itGot playas wanna war with it, floss or shot call with itEvery time you hear me, son, I'm comin raw with it[Chorus 2X][Outro: Hell Razah]What? What? Come onYeah, side to sideAll my niggas in their whips and shitAll my niggas with their walkmans onAll my niggas with their radios onYeah, uhApocalypse 2000
