Hell Razah & 4th Disciple - One Harmony lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah] We bout to blow it, yeah, Rebel Music, raise your hand up 4th Disciple, G.G.O., 4th Disciple, G.G.O Razah, G.G.O., Razah G.G.O 4th Disciple, G.G.O., Malachi, G.G.O [Hell Razah] I got them scared I'mma shine, because my mind be ahead of it's time I be the future, terrorist to n***as that sign Got more than Valentine, twelve contract binds We my guns outta Palestine, to silence my nine It's either God or the the devil, better balance your mind The Black Libra, raise amongst crack leaders If the Hebrews is Jews, it's a Black Jesus So I'mma tear Satan's kingdom down like Shirley Ceaser, dedicated to the great achivers The late comers and the early leavers, get it early, I ain't wordly neither Archangel in this armageddon, who be a calm weapon More deadly than the bomb threaten, rock the mic til my palms sweating We be the bride, walkin' to God's wedding, all I gave was brotherly love Now they act, wired and bugged, like CIA's supplying them d** Who can trust in these last days, hold ya breath when the gas sprays My projects is a crack maze, that was built for a black slave To keep us heading to a fast braid, same sh** different last names Ya'll gettin' caught up in this rap game, rap game [Chorus 2X: Hell Razah] I'm reality, poverty, poetry, prophecy Honesty, pain that's in one harmony Pardon me, for the steppin' on toes But we ain't came here to bag your hoes, we came to Bring back soul [Interlude: Hell Razah] Yeah, Sunny Jewels that be G.G.O k**ah Priest, that be G.G.O Prodigal Sunn, be G.G.O 60 Sec., that be G.G.O Shabazz, that be G.G.O This be G.G.O [Hell Razah] Roll out the red carpet, insert the cartridge I got a hunger like a hostage, in Kosovo, run and tell so and so Bop your head to my promo, we went from water guns to four-fours To breakin' government through barcodes Now it's man verse computer, eight thousand CC's of brain You fell in love with what you can't even claim I can't maintain to watch no blood s**ers campaign Prayers and pain, for months turn to tear drops of rain I stay ghetto like the A train, survived all this crack and c**aine And still alive so we can rap and complain Now we done dropped out to get cream, since school teachers is turning to fiends Strip dancers comin' out they g-strings Nice thighs in them iceberg jeans, projects we the nation of kings You too fly, then I'mma clip wings, we go to work while others'll sling Audi's and teens, and d's smoke weed til it's dark and cloudy Don't f**in' crowd me, I'm too deep, you can't count me Ask Bush while we flippin', and we gettin' rowdy We the last one left up in this King's country We the last one left up in this King's country [Chorus 2X]