Hell Razah - Cold Summers lyrics

(Razah talking) Yeah, yeah, uh-huh Krohme - it's the BK to VA [Krohme] The world's been patient waiting for the savior of the game Took aim and fired shots to stop imposters speaking lame I've laid in waiting, making ammo, fueling fire's burning Learning from the greats, creating cla**ic rappers listen spurning The righteous hate the wicked; wicked hate the righteous man But still I speak the knowledge hoping truth will light this darkened land I came rejecting riches; pit this vicious dog 'gainst b**hes? My mission's simple end you snitches spreading lies and wishes I've carved my niche existed, stripped the title from deceivers Reap the failures, hate the savior, saving rap from ill dream weavers My Kingdom's growing, message flowing from the oceans on A dawn approaches most of you await my movements like a pawn When will he fail? Will he fall victim to the world's temptations? Worship diamonds; k** for money, laying back, my movement's patient They lend their ears to hear the teacher teach the final lesson Blessing those who've waited for the wisdom ending mortal guessing (Chorus) Razah Money got you selling your soul You could tell we're in hell when the summer is cold co*k back, shoot an emcee, empty, reload Tell the truth to the seeds 'til the world explode, whoa! Money got you selling your soul You could tell we're in hell when the summer is cold co*k back, shoot an emcee, empty, reload Tell the truth to the seeds 'til the world explode, whoa! [Hell Razah] It's like I fell from heaven using my mind for a physical weapon Armageddon is the place that we're destined, hear my depression It's more deeper than my facial expression You know emotions only makes me stronger, makes me longer [Krohme] Armed to the teeth the streets they need a priest to preach These gifts to lift and teach, to reach these babies Maybe more than ice and cash and whips and ladies Lately Satan tried to test my faith and patience like I'm Job Stood strong and held my ground against these liars, thieves, these friends and foes Refuse to speak; they leech off strong in mind and mental spirit Fear this man who conquers land with scriptures speaking ma**es hear it Clearing stages pages printed visions entered men and women Listen closely approach the blessed one, the son unfold beginnings I've lived a life that's humble, simple, walked a narrow line I find the truth revealed, unsealed to those who've struggled in their time My mind containing j**els, the schools beneath this plane of education Practice what you preach and teach the weak to gain their own salvation (Chorus) Razah Money got you selling your soul You could tell we're in hell when the summer is cold co*k back, shoot an emcee, empty, reload Tell the truth to the seeds 'til the world explode, whoa! Money got you selling your soul You could tell we're in hell when the summer is cold co*k back, shoot an emcee, empty, reload Tell the truth to the seeds 'til the world explode, whoa! Money got you selling your soul Money got you selling your soul Money got you selling your soul You could tell we're in hell when the summer is cold co*k back, shoot an emcee, empty, reload Tell the truth to the seeds 'til the world explode, whoa! (Razah talking) Yeah, Renaissance