Bronze Nazareth - Millenium Warfare lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah] Yeah, Renaissance Child, Bronze Nazareth Make sure your turban cover your face [Hook 2X: Hell Razah] We got to air it out, co*k and squeeze, give me some room to breath We be those Huey P's, watching over little seeds Air it out, co*k and squeeze, vowels to meet the kings We be those Maccabeez, throwing up angel wings [Hell Razah] Pa** desert eagles to the last Hebrews Who got knowledge of the good and evil, we see through the deceiptful With eyes like a young Ezekiel, a holy people, addicted to a dope needle The prophecy of a black male as crack sales We rebel after hearing Joy and Maxwell So I act like Fidel over Israel All hail to the nephew of Ismael I raise Hell, anywhere, any hood that I dwell Wake up to hearing shootouts and gun smells, burning an L We went from plainmen dwelling in tents, to paying rent In the project that smell like a pissy snakepit Put on your warpaint, fatigues and brand new Timbs Get your Glocks out the block, and let's shoot off limbs And they snakes when they grin, in they two-door Benz I'm underground, no spins, and I still got wins How many records you gon' make about you sitting on rims? We grown men, better step up your game and drop gems This ain't Mos Def, Kanye, Nas or Common I'm a Sun of Man, Maccabee branch, so pay homage No conflict, just happen we black and be conscious Any comments, the hell that we raise, the violence I'm just honest, true generals move in silence So when you talk a whole lot you abuse my kindness [Hook 2X] [Hell Razah] All the prayers I gave, God should raise ya'll out of these graveyards My eight bars like Master Farrad Sat in a car, banging Ray Charles, building on bank cards And while the brainwash, slaving for steam jobs We had our faith robbed, mothers was chased for us They had Malcolm on phone taps and tape recorders Who can we trust now? When they don' raped daughters And manslaughtered the father figure with strong liquor Meanwhile the angel of d**h, became my baby sitter It's like I'm Nat Turner going through a Bible Scripture They took our black Jesus, and gave us Caesar's picture If cops shoot at n***as, that make us all sinners So when I grab my AK, I pray the lord forgive us We in the hood, akh, with Enoch walking with us Just pyramid builders, but they don' made us k**ers Murdered Pablo and framed us as drug dealers Took Colombia's c**aine with no shame And had Charlie Parker hitting his dope vein And then it backfired to Kurt Cobain You do the crime, do the time, you invented the game I got no I.D., I switched up my government name All of my thugs love to bang, we be one in the same I got my sons coming up, so I wanted to change... We gotta change somewhere man [Sample] "All over this country, they cried Men and women.. fathers and mothers Cried for those who disappeared" [Hook 2X] [Outro: Hell Razah] Red Hook, it's Razah Rubies The Renaissance Child, Brooklyn I'm airing it out, from here on Youknowhatimasaying, we gon' continue on The album don't stop here, knowhatimsaying? Ghetto Government, this is just what it is, man This is life, in it's purest form Amba**ador, hip hop in it's purest form That's my n***a right there.. it's been reborn The rebirth, the Renaissance Child Knowhatimsaying? We Da Last Future I'mma air it out, anytime you see me Anywhere, any TV, any magazine, word up, man Anywhere, anything you see me do, Maccabeez You gon' know why I Hell Raze You gon' know why they call me Hell Razah, aight? Big up to Tribe of Judah