[Intro: Hell Razah]
Yo, where the fuck you get these pictures from?
(Yo I'ma show you some shit, man
Come on, we gonna go in here)
Renaissance
(We gonna see some shit on the walls in this fucking building
You ain't never seen before)
[Hell Razah]
You high, looking at the picture, that's when it begin
You see an arm out the icon, come snatch you in
It's hood hieroglyphics, it was written in graffiti scriptures
Fall of Twelve Tribes, leaving with us
They got a new Pope, the seeds of Hitler
We spell Bush with a swastika, Adolf is Schwarze-nigga
More coke, more ropes for out throats to kill us
Shipping dope through the churches, delivered in hearses
When you translate my verses, there's blessings and curses
Musical Murdah, direct hearts from the strings of a harp
The Warrior's Drum, at nighttime, give me a spark
I ain't Bach or no Beethoven, may the Heavens open
For all the instruments of slaves stolen
It's like holding on that chauffeur
Blowing on the Day of Atonement
Now we following the ways of the Romans
Play guitars when we building on mars
In the 'idst of Kabul, me and Priest share similar scars
Seven stars carved into my skin, what's poppin'?
There's something much more to that death of Johnny Cochran
I walk through the Valley of Kings, like Achnatten
And run up in the Vatican church, without a stocking
Yo, where the fuck you get these pictures from?
(Yo I'ma show you some shit, man
Come on, we gonna go in here)
Renaissance
(We gonna see some shit on the walls in this fucking building
You ain't never seen before)
[Hell Razah]
You high, looking at the picture, that's when it begin
You see an arm out the icon, come snatch you in
It's hood hieroglyphics, it was written in graffiti scriptures
Fall of Twelve Tribes, leaving with us
They got a new Pope, the seeds of Hitler
We spell Bush with a swastika, Adolf is Schwarze-nigga
More coke, more ropes for out throats to kill us
Shipping dope through the churches, delivered in hearses
When you translate my verses, there's blessings and curses
Musical Murdah, direct hearts from the strings of a harp
The Warrior's Drum, at nighttime, give me a spark
I ain't Bach or no Beethoven, may the Heavens open
For all the instruments of slaves stolen
It's like holding on that chauffeur
Blowing on the Day of Atonement
Now we following the ways of the Romans
Play guitars when we building on mars
In the 'idst of Kabul, me and Priest share similar scars
Seven stars carved into my skin, what's poppin'?
There's something much more to that death of Johnny Cochran
I walk through the Valley of Kings, like Achnatten
And run up in the Vatican church, without a stocking
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