Raised in Hell Songtext
von Hell Razah

Rubies!
Yo, Raze, man, you still puttin′ it down in hip-hop, man
Know what I'm sayin′, they brainwashin'
Our babies through hip-hop now, man
Word, I know
Let 'em know, you still here raisin′ our nation


I′m a travelin' man, ′til he separate the goat and the lamb
Since the covenant with Abraham that promised him land
When the return of the son of man, the chariots land
Better plan to be somewhere, Bible in hand
And pray the seraphims and cherubims is guidin' our fam′
I'm underground as the railroad that Harriet ran
Now we on the Peter Pan bus swallowin′ grams
Our first chance at a couple of grands
I'm surrounded by swine flus and nine jewels
Adolescents that bring tools to high schools
They injected a biochip inside food
From Habiru to bein' Piru, to the teachers of the honorable
The Yashas most powerful, you know the damage that a dollar do
We still dyin′ like we Amadou, I got them beggin′ me for volume two
I wonder what it was that Malcolm knew
He didn't run when the bullets flew
See, I′m a lion in the Brooklyn Zoo, inside a concrete jungle, duke
Now the question is, who is you?
Would you die if you knew the truth?
The word of God is my bullet proof
And any weapon that you choose to shoot
It's like Bishop and Q, up on the top roof
True stories ain′t no happy endings
It's either blood sheddings at the weddings
It ain′t no tellin' when the killers blend in
We all headed into Armageddon, 'til we either in a hell or heaven

That′s my man, Hell Razah
What′d I tell you, Brooklyn's finest, man
He′s a problem, man
Hold they hands, Razah, Brooklyn children, man
From Brooklyn to Bethlehem, wings up
You are now listenin' to the sounds of the Renaissance Child


Last year they was hard off of too much 50
Now they Microsoft′s XBox 360's
My own team players tried to Michael Vick me
Canine unit wanna search and sniff me
Bulletproof vest on that match my dickies
With Air Force and Timbs that′s always spiffy
Drunk or piffy, sober, tipsy
My city gotta eat more than Nicole Richie
If '09's the 90′s, this our year, man
I came in fly like Tuskegee airmen
You get aired out, check your PSI′s
Leave the booth DNA for the CSI
Tell these Clorox rappers this the new NY
Just because Biggie died, I let them slide
A lot of men got killed over too much pride
I got his and her coffins for Bonnie and Clyde's
.22′S on the hearse, is you ready to ride?
It get deeper than the verse, is you ready to dive in?
My weakness was kindness, but pardon my blindness
But 20/20 vision when it come to my conscience
Stop all the nonsense, he don't want war
Get bullets out of Wal-Mart and PA gun stores
A few more months comin′, brand new gun law
Guantanamo Bay movin' all of the drug lords
Niggas makin′ rap songs, identity fraud now
I'm big in the East like I played for Georgetown
I been on point, god, now watch me clap boys
I burnt so many, I should open a rap morgue
At four years old with a chalk and a blackboard
I picked up slack all the places you lacked on
You hustlin' backwards, sellin′ your cracks raw
America′s online, who ready to log on?

I'm a hell raiser, raisin′ hell, raisin' hell
I′m a hell raiser, raisin' hell, raisin′ hell
I'm a hell raiser, a hell, hell raiser
A hell, a hell, a hell raiser
I'm a hell raiser, a hell, hell raiser
A hell, a hell, a hell raiser