[Intro: Hell Razah]
1-2, 1-2, girl you could hear me?
1-2, turn me up
[Verse 1: Hell Razah]
I've been a threat since Benetton, Gazelles and Ballys
The icon and graffiti in the Brooklyn alley
Touch hearts of the pharaohs in the Egypt valley
My engineer can't see me 'cause the booth is cloudy
Still rowdy even though we in BMs and Audis
Looking like black Saudis in black Denalis
I'ma terrorist attack when I get on the track
If I'm ridin' shotgun, I need one in my lap
I adapt to any habitat, a BK desert rat
It's war, then we sendin' back bodies and gats
Put up your white flag homie, it get worse than Iraq
We know the CIA game was to frame us with crack
So each bar is more dope, heroin in my pen
Got 'em mobbin', back robbin', head noddin' again
Who you shit on to get on top could make it pop in the end
Who's a flop and what's hot got you locked in the gym
Tell Jacob I spit jewels, I could drop him a gem
And if he lookin' for a diamond I could hook 'em with Timb'
[Hook: Timbo King (Hell Razah)]
I'm hip-hop before Sugar Hill signed a deal
Before Studio 54 poppin' pills
It was real when Kool Herc worked the wheels of steel
Now we bring the game back into a New York feel
I'm hip-hop before Sugarhill signed a deal
Before Studio 54 poppin' pills
I'm hip-hop (since EPMD - "You Gots to Chill")
I'm hip-hop (since Beastie Boys - Licensed to Ill)
1-2, 1-2, girl you could hear me?
1-2, turn me up
[Verse 1: Hell Razah]
I've been a threat since Benetton, Gazelles and Ballys
The icon and graffiti in the Brooklyn alley
Touch hearts of the pharaohs in the Egypt valley
My engineer can't see me 'cause the booth is cloudy
Still rowdy even though we in BMs and Audis
Looking like black Saudis in black Denalis
I'ma terrorist attack when I get on the track
If I'm ridin' shotgun, I need one in my lap
I adapt to any habitat, a BK desert rat
It's war, then we sendin' back bodies and gats
Put up your white flag homie, it get worse than Iraq
We know the CIA game was to frame us with crack
So each bar is more dope, heroin in my pen
Got 'em mobbin', back robbin', head noddin' again
Who you shit on to get on top could make it pop in the end
Who's a flop and what's hot got you locked in the gym
Tell Jacob I spit jewels, I could drop him a gem
And if he lookin' for a diamond I could hook 'em with Timb'
[Hook: Timbo King (Hell Razah)]
I'm hip-hop before Sugar Hill signed a deal
Before Studio 54 poppin' pills
It was real when Kool Herc worked the wheels of steel
Now we bring the game back into a New York feel
I'm hip-hop before Sugarhill signed a deal
Before Studio 54 poppin' pills
I'm hip-hop (since EPMD - "You Gots to Chill")
I'm hip-hop (since Beastie Boys - Licensed to Ill)
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