[Hell Razah:] I'm a street G but still son I write it deeply When I zone like Phillis Wheatley, that's how you greet me Dead poets give me that motive, if they don't promote it Stay devoted, stay focused 'til there's plagues and locust 'Cause you can't buy your soul back from Lucifer's office Tell Bush we about to make the hood shoot at his office His tradition in skull and bones sleepin' in coffins Like [? ] they wanna see me on crosses German Pope sold canned abortions I slow it down, shit I break it in portions You heard right, I ain't speakin' in Martian I'm hood but I'm conscious, today that's nonsense I do this for the slaves and the brains they washin' Who trained with the marksmen who slept on the park bench We hunt men comin' out their apartment 'Cause too much money got him thinkin' he Clark Kent Get treated like you dark skin, as soon as you as it off spin Got patriotic ho's and America's yard pimps Rhythm N Poetry is what it's supposed to be Where niggas get money and don't live it culturally Rhythm N Poetry is what it's supposed to be Where niggas get money and don't live it culturally
