[movie sample]
"What did you mean when you said we were all dead?"
"Do you ever think two times before you do anything?
You ever think about what we wanna do?
And how to get it passed the white power?
We don't give up lives, we survive through lives"
[Intro: Hell Razah]
New Kemet, Renaissance Child, Raze' the dead
Yeah, Godz Wrath, I'm back, niggas
Wanna bury me? Open my casket, brush it off
Wipe the dirt off my shoulder, let's go
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
This rap game want me buried alive (yeah)
This rap game want me buried alive (yeah)
This rap game want me buried alive
It don't matter if you rich, is you ready to die?
You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes (yeah)
This rap game want me buried alive (get ready)
This rap game want me buried alive
[Hell Razah]
I ain't dead, son, my mind was in Solomon Tombs
No divas, like Queen of Sheba who be swallowing 'shrooms
Blair Witches from the hood, who don't ride on no brooms
It's hard dick, with a G-pack, and hotel rooms
I'm back, holding that ratchet, ya'll left on my casket
A rap kid, that open up my CD plastic
Another birth of an MC classic
I Hell Raze' the dead, when I speak to the masses
I'm like, embalming fluid in champagne glasses
They say my name backwards and toast to they soldiers
I let a psalm be beside, wipe the dirt off my shoulder
We be pyramid builders, we be dealing with boulders
When I shine it's supernovas that be hovering over
Wrote a scripture on your tombstone, in the ink of a cobra
Tossing niggas off the ship, if they thinking they Jonah
We paying hospital visits, if they laying in comas
Spit a verse on the corner, that be strong as ammonia
From Red Hook to Demona, we snuffin' slave owners
Even if it's chain gang, we got a shank on us
It's Maccabee, bang bang, get a tank on us
Black Market Military, project cemeteries
Rhymes be obituaries, simple as a dictionary
Drawing like it's Pictionary, blacker than the Mother Mary
Renaissance Icon, each bar, legendary
Ya'll looking like The Blue Notes did, when they ain't have Teddy
Come and get me, if ya'll really ready, son, for arma-ghetty
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
This rap game want me buried alive (fuck 'em)
This rap game want me buried alive (yeah)
The crack game want me buried alive
You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes
It don't matter if you rich, is you ready to die?
This rap game want me buried alive
[Hell Razah]
For dead men walking, I wrote this in they mental coffin
Kill your first born's off, with a verbal abortion
I'm written in stone, in the project, valley of dry bones
You made like an eye clone, sitting in my throne
I play your skeleton bones like it's a xylophone
For that money, my mummy strapped with a lot of chrome
It's flat line, dial tone, wake 'em up, daddy's home
They can bury my flesh, but can't bury my soul
I ain't Atlas, but can carry the globe
I stroll where my grave cloth dragging my robe
To a cypher like a seance, and kick you a poem
Turn a club to a catacomb with blood on the dance floor
Got models like Jezebel, taking they pants off
I'm tucked to common with fine diamonds surrounded by violence
Archeologist, grave robbing in silence
Invaded by those British tyrants, like Howard Carter
I do this for the saints and martyrs, and our father
Dusting off an old revolver, I let the cylinder turn
And Henny burn, that I sip in an urn
I draw first and cremate it, so remember the words
It's either one God you serve or you can sleep with the worms
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Yea, this rap game want me buried alive (hehe)
This rap game want me buried alive (they wanna bury me man)
This rap game want me buried alive
It don't matter if you rich, is you ready to die?
You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes
This rap game want me buried alive
This rap game want me buried alive
[Outro: Hell Razah]
They wanna bury is alive
You know I'm comin for you
Look in my fuckin eyes
This shit is all real
Niggaz thought I was gon' rest in peace
But I'ma rise in piece, knowImsayin?
This goes out to all them fake ass record companies
and them fake ass record labels
That thought they was gon' toss some fuckin dirt on our grave
And walk out the door without masters and shit, knowImsayin?
Nah, man, we gon' hunt y'all niggaz down, man
We gon' haunt y'all niggaz for the rest of y'all life, man
The last niggaz that did some shit to us - the studio burnt down
The last label that did some shit to us - they had to file bankruptcy
Feel me? We're not playin no fuckin games no more, man
Maccabeez, niggaz want us buried alive
Y'all want us buried alive? We gon' write rhymes underground
In the Underworld, on the fuckin tombstones
Inside the caskets, that's mental caskets
Cuz y'all niggaz is mentally dead
It's The Return of the Living Dead, man