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"A spiritually do you fear the wrath of God? " [Hell Razah:] Lights, cameras, and action I write down lyrics of passion A Christ like it's back then but with a Mac-10 For all the Romans and the Anglo-Saxons That old serpent now turned into a dragon Ever since I was solo I heard 'em taking shots on the low-low Even though it broke my heart, why? Manolo I'm loco, can easily snap without a four-door The wrong one to come up on to get promo Be with Silverback thugs, we give you bear hugs When we bussing our guns you need earplugs If it ain't war from above then what you scared off? They ain't use to no cakes so when they choose they fate You get the fiery lakes instead of the golden gates I give bulletproof love so I'm immune to hate So if you're bugging the gas then I'm a fumigate I'm where the angels and the Son of Man communicate I'm a Rabbi samurai, sword for outta nine Say goodbye to my pop at five And inspire for the All-Seeing-Eye Inside the studio booth could be the alibi Salute the El Shaddai or each and every tribe You need a Heavenly mind you wanna read my vibe Letras de cancionesI'm on another page (You on the wrong chapter) Another chalice of grand coo Cali kush and visual bamboo This year we flip our money like an Al Green sample Soon to blow, we ain't talking bout ya birthday candles I'm back cause a rap left you a bad example When you gamble you lose like the Watergate Scandal My handle on the trey pound is rubber grip Go and get any dog you stick and I'm a kill 'em like Michael Vick I sit like I'm in the cockpit of the mother-ship Your diamonds is conflict compared to my conscious I'm in the zone, call me Ron Sterling but just a lil darker The legendary rap Charlie Parker The Godfather with a sharpie marker More smarter, so I got a better business partner Jackie Robinson whips, Brooklyn Dodgers I'm J.A. Rogers with a chrome revolver You need Viagra pills to go Carter I'm more sharper then the ice pick My mic sick, got the flu virus Started seance for ghost writers Go head and sell me out to Pontius Pilate They blocked their numbers and they call me private Too many foe tech conversations Y'all don't really want no confrontation Abomination of desolation, got Obama pacing Back and forth, blessed be the patient They said I should of been an outpatient Inside of hospitals it's Satan's matrix For being God's favorite who loved Jacob but he hated Essau Hit the detonator for the C-4 on the Eastern seaboard For all the soldiers that's in the street war I breathe for the younger children that's on the sea shore And this circus of this chitterlings circuit Same Sambo's but different curtains So I don't end up as a missing person Or bystander when I'm spitting verses FEMA coffins ain't no need for hearses Turn ya gun into the nearest Churches From Letras Mania