[Chorus: Hell Razah]
I stalk in the land where the world's gonna end
Life is a game that the blacks never win
You can't look back, when the devil's on attack
Or be the next victim inside his deathtrap

[Hell Razah]
When I stalk, I take a deep breath of death
In the atmosphere, then I prepare to meet my enemy
I leave ya lost inside a mental maze
Like bad memory plus a overdose of amnesia
Equals brain seizures
With no warning, too prejudice
Critics who don't peep be judgin us as gimmicks
Why'd I think they rappers?
Cuz they study the dictionaries?
Is life is a cycle from ya birthday to the cemeteries?
My third eye, describe the fantasy world alive
I eat food for thought, on Thanksgiving
Instead of celebrating, the killin of the Indians
My brain potential turn me into a mental maniac
You think ya zaniac, when I'm outsane
Creating more mysterious, curious shit than a Dr. Strange
Head at full capacity, fillin ya open dome like a cavity
Too many tragedies, caused by demons that lack on strategy
My intellectual concepts is logic, ya dissect, blood spill, white spill
Study it for my test, a life of death escapes
Burn like the equator to eliminate ya face
The doors of hell is closin by minute we death trapped in it
I'm searchin for the beginning, but the end, they let me win it
I'm allergic to murder futures, in the present time the evidence is mine(?)
Think beyond, right now, I can hear souls of the innocent
Crying in pain, every year, only we had no real ears
To hear the fear
The rituals, I glide, cuz the dark days will raid skies
And it will rain pain on the insane devils in the sky
When under pressure, you can't stand still on ya own flat line
With ya part time, wack ass rhymes
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Login Register
Log into your account
And gain new opportunities
Forgot your password?