Project Jazz Hell Razah (Ft. Talib Kweli & Viktor Vaughn)

[Intro: Hell Razah]
Renaissance... Razah Rubies...
Let's go, tell 'em

[Hell Razah]
I was born in the era of kings, of heroin dreams
Now it be a Maccabees, spreading my wings (spread 'em)
I ain't trippin' off material bling
I analyze off of Billie Holiday to Queen
What was Marvin Gaye thinking when he wrote that theme
A Trouble Man, why his pops had a gun his hand, damn
Hip hop go to way back then
Daddy used to sing doo-wop with two of his friends
I seen an oo-wop when I was like ten, excited by sin
I got my first gold front from Ben
Eighty-nine, I was into Rakim, for dropping gems
Most niggas learned a lot from him
Grandma used to cook with sounds of Sam Cooke
Mid-60's, my moms then moved to Red Hook
Same hood Al Capone was put, and got his rep as a crook
In them criminal books, we don't look
When crack hit I could never forget
In '92 Mr. Daly was hit by gun clips
You had to pump if you wanted some kicks
The best product on the block, it was quicker to flip
We had whips, but it wasn't legit
I reminisce, Calvin Klein, he was running the shit
'76 came a heavenly prince, with one gift
To uplift, by the name Chron Smith