Underground to Da Heavens

[Sample from some interview]<br>As a writer of young, I know you have influence in your writin<br><br>[Intro: Hell Razah]<br>Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah<br>Yo that`s that nigga right there<br>Yo I feel this right here<br>For the street heads<br>That`s that nigga from the Sunz of Man right there<br>Eh yo, I`m feelin that cat<br>I gotta drink to this here<br>Hell Razah, 9th chiddle<br>This nigga doin the solo shit<br>About to blid up<br><br>[Chorus 2X: Hell Razah]<br>This how it go down, millenium child<br>Underground to Da Heavens, the Hell Razah stay reppin<br>I got this game locked - no question<br>I thank God for every last blessin<br>Until it`s Armageddon<br><br>[Hell Razah]<br>I`m more advanced than computer technology, invade your privacy<br>Interruptions with no apology, take your mind for a great odyssey<br>Drop a fishnet, so follow me where the prophets be<br>Hollywood be astronomy, adul-atry rap <br>The battle axe split your wig back<br>Blood drip, leavin the track<br>I got pressin plants scared to put me on wax<br>From a thought to a debt-trap and two inch reels<br>Wanna catch up where I`m at? Renew your skills<br>Concentratin on my next move, lose your deal<br>Stay on tour like a homeless traveller<br>Some be wildin out their character<br>They wonder why the ghetto`s mad at ya<br>I be the champion without a challenger<br>My .40 caliber take your next days of the Roman calendar<br>Hangin rappers by their gold chain, at a close range<br>Scratch your name off the contract, get out of the game<br>Pull your plug out from backstage on Soul Train<br>I be a threat at a young age, the Hell to the Raze<br>Solid rays be the diamond that your girl can`t appraise<br>To the most high in Christ, from my life give him praise<br><br>[Interlude: Hell Razah]<br>All my out of state niggas get money to this<br>And all my on the corner niggas get money to this<br>And all my weed smokin bitches get money to this<br>And all my drinkin ass bitches get money to this<br>And all my Hell Razah niggas get money to this<br>And all my niggas feelin this get money to this<br><br>[Hell Razah]<br>We live the poverty life, fightin for sovereignty rights<br>It`s hard to be nice and let a snake lie to me<br>I put a worm on a fishin hook to see if you bite<br>These lyrics I write is for the ones believin in Christ<br>We in the last nights of cars, chicks, weed and dice<br>Children of darkness, can`t achieve the light<br>You rather, cut off your hand before receive this mic<br>I only bleed for my G-G`s who breathe a life<br>Ain`t nothin changed in this Garden Of Eden<br>We mad for a reason<br>Niggas that I trust will try to stop me from eatin<br>Like I was Malcolm X, son, they tried to stop me from speakin<br>I`m the livin word, death couldn`t stop me from teachin<br>Can`t see `em like the oxygen you breathin, solo or legion<br>2000, everybody schemin late in the evenin<br>Crackheads on store corners look for drugs on us<br>My team got criminal lawyers bound before us<br>We Ghetto Government `til the world fall in love with it<br>Don`t sleep on the man`s humbleness<br>Don`t forget the 5000 I fought you with, from the orphanage<br>For the street I recorded it, so you could walk with it<br>Got playas wanna war with it, floss or shot call with it<br>Every time you hear me, son, I`m comin raw with it<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[Outro: Hell Razah]<br>What? What? Come on<br>Yeah, side to side<br>All my niggas in their whips and shit<br>All my niggas with their walkmans on<br>All my niggas with their radios on<br>Yeah, uh<br>Apocalypse 2000