Hell Razah – Smoking Gunnz (Feat. Killah Priest) lyrics

Album: Renaissance Child

[Intro: vocal sample]
Oh guns.. your master is violence
And your enemy is peace

[Intro 2: movie sample]
Thank you all for coming
And thank you for supporting your organization
I have twenty five words for you
From my cold dead hands!

[Intro 3: Hell Razah]
We don't make no vests, right?
No pistols, bullets and shells (Renaissance Child)
YouI'msayin? We don't make grenades
We don't make none of that shit
(A/K/A Hell Razah, Maccabee Military)
We just know what to do with it though
(All my soldiers stand up)
KnowI'msayin? (Smokin Gunz)
Y'all sell that shit at WalMarts
Y'all sell that shit
Y'all should be in NRA with that Smokin Gun shit

[Hell Razah]
I'm where projects is crack mansions
It ain't been this real, since the Black Panthers
We ain't the Beatles makin music for you Charles Mansons
I make a whole college campus since the Mac anthem
'Til America fall, I stand stronger than the Berlin Wall
My software is warfare for the poor to install
And download in ya medula, who's the lion of Judah?
And send a virus through the wires of the beast's computer
They raidin our cribs, invasion like Bay of the Pigs
For my hood, we reacted like how Castro did
Modern day Isenhower send the planes to the Towers
While the government blamed it on some nuclear powers
A world, traded their weapons for some U.S. dollars
Take notes, of the quotes, when you buildin with scholars
I sit back, doin the knowledge, who be sniffin that powder?
It's white collar criminology versus Jehovah

[Chorus: Hell Razah]
If you was lookin for that Smokin Gun
I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from
I would ask Smith and Wesson how to make me one
You should smell ya own hands for the Smokin Gun
Yea, if you was lookin for that Smokin Gun
I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from
I would ask Smith and Wesson how to make me one
You should smell ya own hands for the Smokin Gun

[Hell Razah]
My saliva is liver, son I write with the hand of an arson
Give me a harpoon, I autograph my name in shark skin
Get deeper each bar, like you swimmin with dolphins
Keep my head above water, to enlighten my aura
White robes, black justice versus judges and lawyers
Supreme Court be a force that was made to destroy us
To the Most High, I testify to plead my case
While they hate on my race and whitewash the faces
This the Renaissances ages, I value my wages
Ask the reverend why the bible be missin some pages
Do we suffer cuz the birthright was given to Jacob?
or because my brother Esor was Isaac's favorite?
They named us Native Indians and then enslaved us
Broke bread with the enemy that soon betrayed us
Lured the lions out the jungle, then they put 'em in cages
Now the cubs live in wildlife, spittin out razors
Hunt or be hunted, a species, livin in danger
Took the God and their language, now they labelled us gangsters
Criminals, ex-cons, Ariel Sharon
Another reason, I'm squeezin with the right to bare arms

[Chorus]

[Killah Priest]
(Where you at?)
I write seeds like the Borgia family
Cut throat for the throne
Posin as Christ, the six popes of Rome
Cardinals bangin on church doors, the verses I draw
Written out like curses on boars
Read 'em backwards, no distractions
Find out, Priest is John the Baptist
With a rap gift, I come to free the captives
Like Jesus in Nazareth, deep as Atlantis
The prayin mantis, with the advantage
When it comes to the English sand scripts
I write it eight times like tarantulas
Slugs fly through the Vatican walls
Then the great dragon will pour
Drip water while I'm sweatin, readin the Torah
He spots me, swimmin from the sea to the border
Grab my ribs, I kick him where he has his kids
He headbutts me, slams me on top of my pastor's crib
I stand up, back ripped up, recitin the forty-ninth psalms
Holdin a medieval knife in my palms, the right to bare arms
I stick him in his head, head bust wide open
Demons come out smokin, flyin through my body
I grab their tail then slew his army
I say a verse just to wake the zombies
It's Priesthood..

[Chorus]

[Outro: movie sample]
We have work to do, hearts to heal
Evil to defeat and a country to unite
We may have differences, yes
And we will again suffer tragedy almost beyond description
But the sun sets tonight
And forever more, let it always set on we the people
Secure in our land of the free and home of the brave
I for one, felt I did my part, thank you

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