Hell Razah - Indian Giver Lyrics

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G.g.o.

Ghetto government official

Yeah!

G.g.o.

Yeah!

[hell razah:]

They say i got a conscious flow

A box full of optimus

Got tell a bomb squad sharon's 'bout to blow

Plant a seed then water it and watch it grow

Since bush stole the skull of geronimo

We roll deeper then the navajo with calico

My halo glow like a u.f.o.

I throw lava in volcano

Kill how cain did abel with no label

What you bringing to this round table?

I sit amongst kings prophets and black angels

Who speak truth on our truce angles

The youth dangle of a rope in the prison cell

We don't wanna sell dope but we living in hell

The black male dna from the blood cell

I drink up from the holy grail

Can't even trust even a email

They got my name misspelled as el-razial

Written with the finger of god

I'm a rayon rhyming aligning the stars

I'm the top shelf liquor by the bomb

Cognac with a honey dip cuban cigar

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[chorus: hell razah]

It go; one for the money

Two for the divas

Three niggas snuck into the club with their heaters

Four more bottles of pop i'm too killer

My swag got iller

The black pancho villa

I want my spot back i'm a indian giver

My flow be the nile river

I deliver like liquor on a bad liver

You ain't a killer you're wired with a transmitter

It go; one for the hungry

Two for the eaters

Three more presidents come to deceive us

World war iv; report to new leaders

My swag got iller

The black pancho villa

I want my spot back i'm a indian giver

My flow be the nile river

I deliver like liquor on a bad liver

You ain't a killer you're wired with a transmitter

[hell razah:]

Check it i spit a 62 kilo you not gambino

I'm black cherokee; it's locked like the c-notes

I watch for the egos and drop 30 c-notes

32 shots in the the peek-hole

These niggas wanna re-vote

Therefore i feed 'em to the revolt

The loc's and the young bloods with love for the revolt

What you mad at me for? i'm business like nino

My 16 blowing like c-4

Hide in the planes up in heat throat

Legal or illegal we gon' eat tho'

At 15 we turning into ninos

Hoes in that christian dior who sip semen befo'

Come through the door then she leaving in war

Condoleezza rice rolling da dice and yo life

George bush wanna cheat on his life it's so trife

It's still a plantation slave making of a freemasons

If you awake you'll see the son of satan

[chorus: hell razah]

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