One Harmony Songtext
von 4th Disciple & Hell Razah

We about to go in, uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Rebel Music, raise your hand up
4Th Disciple, G.G.O
4Th Disciple, G.G.O
Razor, G.G.O
Razor, G.G.O
4Th Disciple, G.G.O
Malachi, G.G.O


I got them scared I′mma shine
Because my mind be ahead of it's time
I be the future, terrorist to niggas that sign
Got more love than Valentine, twelve concubines
Get my guns out of Palestine and silence my nine
It′s either God or the Devil, better balance your mind
The black libra, raised amongst crack leaders
If the Hebrews is Jews, it's a black Jesus
So I'mma tear Satan′s kingdom down like Shirley Caesar
Dedicated to the great achievers
The late comers and the early leavers
Get it right, I ain′t worldly neither
Archangel in this Armageddon, who be a calm weapon
More deadly than a bomb threaten
Rock the mic 'til my palm sweatin′
We be the bride walkin' in God′s wedding
All I gave was brotherly love
Now they act wired and bugged
Like CIA supplyin' ′em drugs
Who can I trust in these last days?
Hold your breath when the gas sprays
My projects is a crack maze
That was built for a black slave
To keep us headed to a fast grave
Same shit, different last name
Y'all gettin' caught up in this rap game

I′m reality, poverty, poetry, prophecy
Honesty, pain that′s in one harmony
Pardon me for the steppin' on toes
But we ain′t came here to bag y'all hoes
We came to bring back souls
I′m reality, poverty, poetry, prophecy
Honesty, pain that's in one harmony
Pardon me for the steppin′ on toes
But we ain't came here to bag y'all hoes
We came to bring back souls

Yeah, Sonny Juice, that be G.G.O
Killah Priest, that be G.G.O
Prodigal Sunn, be G.G.O
60 Sec, that be G.G.O
Shabazz, that be G.G.O
This be G.G.O


Roll out the red carpet, insert the cartridge
I got a hunger like a hostage in Kosovo
Run and tell so and so, bop your head to my promo
We went from water guns to fo′-fo′s
To breakin' governmental bar codes
Now it′s man versus computer
Eight thousand CC's of brain
You fell in love with what you can′t even claim
I can't maintain to watch no blood suckers campaign
Prayers and pain, from us turn to tear drops of rain
I stay ghetto like the A-Train, survived all this crack and cocaine
And still alive so we can rap and complain
Now we done dropped out to get cream
Seen school teachers turn into fiends
Strip dancers comin′ out they G-strings
Nice thighs in them Iceberg jeans
Projects breed a nation of kings
You too fly, then I'mma clip wings
Who go to work while others'll sling
L.D.′s and teens, and D′s smoke weed 'til it′s dark and cloudy
Don't fuckin′ crowd me, I'm too deep, you can′t count me
Ask Bush why we flippin' and we gettin' rowdy
We the last one left up in this king′s county
We the last one left up in this king′s county

I'm reality, poverty, poetry, prophecy
Honesty, pain that′s in one harmony
Pardon me for the steppin' on toes
But we ain′t came here to bag y'all hoes
We came to bring back souls
I′m reality, poverty, poetry, prophecy
Honesty, pain that's in one harmony
Pardon me for the steppin' on toes
But we ain′t came here to bag y′all hoes
We came to bring back souls