Thankful Songtext
von Hell Razah

Yeah, Hell Razah
Aka, the Renaissance Child
Razah Rubies, the Rabbi
I wanna give a special thanks to everybody
Out there that bought the album, ya know
I appreciate that, for all the love and
Support and everything, ya know what I mean
Yeah, wings up, throw your M′s in the air, let's go


I′m bout that jackpot, jackpot, keepin' my gat cocked
Still Red Hook like the G train, last stop
With black cops, take, a percentage from crack spots
With fans online like I invented the laptop
My black Godfather to match my black revolver
With bullets that'll tear through your vest and body armor
Get turned into martyrs and buried in funeral parlors
Or covered up with make-up, keep, buckin′ our cake up
Your moms′ll be beggin' the Lord for you to wake up
Like Harry Melvin and the Blue Notes
I give you two pokes of gun smoke from my toast, you get too close
This is BK, home of the bosses and kidnappers
With ice like Igloo, bricks cold as Alaska
I spit that emerald, sapphire and jasper
I wear the coke so white they call it Casper
And now all the drug kingpins became rappers
And labels wanna buy out artists to keep they masters
What′s a royalty point with no loyalty
When CEOs wipin' they nose sniffin′ your budget up
And tell you that you need more scans to bring the numbers up
It's all recoupable, from your birth to your funeral
Streets a musical, pay your debts or they suin′ you
Back or shootin' you, it's whatever′s more suitable... BITCH!

I wanna thank all my fans for they love and support
Because it wouldn′t be me without no records you bought
I had to bring it back raw for the streets of New York
And leave somethin' for these critics and these haters to talk about


Am I a problem or thorn in your side, a suicidal bomb threat
Every mornin′ you rise, install in your drive
A program to open your mind, I coach you to rhyme
But prayin' like a ghetto Rabbi that stay on the grind
Before any label could sign, I′m doin' numbers online
Matter of fact, independently fine
Get off of my vine and go and find a mountain to climb
I wear crime and illegal but pay bills and feed you
When jaws be firin′, we hire those people
We stuck with the choice of the lesser of two evils
I'm camouflaged, you know I blend with the Amazon
Project apartments turn to pentagons
My sixteen bars they study in synagogues
Niggas shuffle tarot cards and search for other Gods
It's odd but I′m the youngest nigga ill thus far
Cause I ain′t tryin' to be Jay, ′Pac, Nas or Biggie Smalls
Keep my currency flowin' like Niagara Falls
Get it crackin′ like the Berlin Wall
You hear the Maccabee roll call
Bullets travel in you like pinball
I'm bankster, all about deposits and withdrawals
A fist full of dollars, I advise you to get yours

Yo count your money man
You got it? A hundred thousand
Take that money, two hundred thousand
And go break bread with your niggas man
Three hundred five, we good, we good?
Know what I′m sayin', and teach them all the same thing
No doubt son, know what I'm sayin′, we all leaders
Know what I′m sayin', we gon′ do it like this
Razah, aka the Renaissance Child
I'd like to give a special thanks, to the Most High
For wakin′ me up this mornin'
For makin′ everything real, ya know what I'm sayin'
I′m thankful for the simple things in life, ya know what I mean
I′m thankful for bein' able to see out of my two eyes right now
Hear out of my, both of both of my ears
Both of them, ya heard me, what up, I love y′all man, what up
Good lookin' for supportin′ the album too man, real shit man
Smell, bein' able to taste, know what I′m sayin'