Sunz of Man – Hotline (Psychic Hotlines) lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah]
Yo what's up man?
Yo just maintainin, just chillin
Goin through the same shit, that's all
Yo I got, I found this paper, knawhatimsayin?
It be talkin about that Illuminati stuff, some new world order
Some Psychic Hotlines or
Let's give her the call see what's up
*numbers dialed*
*ring*
Hello, my Psychic Hotline

[Chorus: Hell Razah]:
Dial 1-900 Free-Ya-Mind, Da Last Future, call us up if ya blind
We don't need a phone to communicate with minds
It's Hell Razah, hello my Psychic Hotline

[Hell Razah]
Yo we got some callers, son
Let's pick up the first caller, the first caller
(Hello, my Psychic Hotline)
We got the first caller
(Put me through to the Psychic Hotline)

Hello pranksters, too many gangsters in hip hop
Without knowledge, it's like a pyramid built that ain't solid
Ya ass will get blown away demolished
You better study more jewels than college, I promise
Who dare double dare to true scare those with peace street consequence
To eat, rather West Coast than Middle East
You be marked by the beast, that decrease that black race that increase
Too much ocean, it get deep, for dreamers that's asleep
Blessed be the meek, I be the strong first to weak
The wolf vs. the sheep, to fight and like cowboys and Indians
Cops and criminals, American citizens vs. aliens
I dug up more lies than librarians
Here I be Sha the King of the Israelians
Use your little two ears to hear me in
In the meanwhile, Razah reptiles, get exiled, who try to bite us
With their poisonous, Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars, always be the noisiest
Now you got riot squad, surrounded the house of God
Pullin out their shotties, Illuminati agents
Tryin to divine and conquer, ya heavenly body
I study my roots while ya party, and get drunk off of Bacardi
And rentin Ferrari's, a hell safari
North America wilderness, Zoo York where animals stalk
And work for the devil without a pitch fork
Sellin pork of all sort, trying to kill off our righteous thoughts
Now the wicked is fallin, hold on somebody else is calling
Somebody else is calling

[Chorus]

[Hell Razah]
"Yo I got things messin with my mind man"
Psychic Hotline, the next caller, call from the south of the border
Needed information on the new world order
"I got a daughter and a son and a gun
Which way should I go, Heaven is too high"
Hell is too low, hello, I come forth in White Rose for Black Justice
The untrusted, they get convicted, I predicted
Ever since I was evicted from the house of the wicked
Razah mental dead, swingin my double edge swords takin heads
I'm givin vampires garlic bread, mattresses for they death bed
I see three sixes inside ya forehead, with the same aim as an infared
And slaves hang off they last thread, before the spread of bloodshed
Hit those that be spoon fed, treasures of the wicked
Prophet, nothin of the gifted, I'm from the city where the streets are gold
The young and the old, ownl thrones, made the precious gems and stones
All rise, let me exercise
Yo I'm drillin in for the millennium, devils they be kill 'em
I'm healin them, give them my competitors, face of the Syrians
Draggin opponents through oblivion, taught by the teacher of experience
You and your seed need to be camouflaged like fatigue
Cuz greedin thieves be makin judgments on stolen land
The Children Of Israel, expand in the village of the damn
I meditate on Mount Fuji inside Japan
Never let ya left know about ya right hand
Understand don't bite it, I write it
With thoughts of a Psychic, with Hotlines

[Interlude: Dreddy Kruger (Shy)]
Yo let me use the.. let me ask him a question, man
How long you was on the phone God?
Damn man (Yo I was on the phone with this Psychic)
I'll break you son (I'm sayin son, can I do this?
I got some questions that need to be answers
I wanna know about the ebonics)
Ebonics? I can tell you about the shit
(Ebony? What that ebonics stand for
Devils wanna know) I'm bout to go outside
(I'm sayin, I wanna know)

[Chorus]