Hell Razah - H&R Blocks lyrics

Yeah, Heaven Razah Aiyo my pen is mightier than the sword Data Productions, it's a weapon Yea, after this sh**, send a n***a back to re-record it Maccabeez, the Rabii, soldier general Dreddy Krug', the Razah's back, n***a, yea Check it... My time be worth money but I'm not a Rolex My pa**port got stamps getting dough in Quebec I gun test your best, put a whole in your chest Leave you screaming, bleeding needing a Cotex From the blood, sweat and tears, I'm hurting careers With OG's who be cleaning their guns, the raw years Come by in the shootout rolling in wheelchairs Same spot you be hustling, n***as get k**ed there Hop up for the D's to pop up The ice in the chain's like frozen vodka Ain't nothing sweet here, we holding partner I burn your roster, smoke y'all like trees from a Rasta You no MC's, you thieves and impostors Clones and backstabbers, half-smiling faces My gun hit anyone son, it ain't racist Put you on TV, even on newspapers Who wanna get shot to be young, rich and famous? And take it up the an*s for rap entertainment And sell their soul to be surrounded by strangers I'm dangerous... This is 'H&R Block' where I 'Rapid Refund' Got connects with Arabs that sell machineguns Know Jamaicans with trees that's born with green thumbs I'm a kidnap your queen and wait 'til the king come Take the life from the bishops and knights with one knife Checkmate, I a**a**inate the head of the snake Stare the judge in the face while I'm pleading my case Razah verse the people of the New York State I'm not guilty, the government got plans to k** me Just because you wash your hands you still filthy I hope y'all film me Criminology, crime pays, snakes moving in sideways I switch lanes on lames like I'm a highway I get your brain enslaved into my sound wave Still smoke me an ounce a day, violate, four pounds are sprayed I keep labs out of town to stay, where Osama pray It's Ghetto Government USA I hooked up with two ese's and AKs in East LA International, worldwide Maccabee Admire the rabbi, 'Razah Rubies' Spit King Tut j**ellery that 'Shining' like Jack Nicholson I'm the first and the last so there ain't no middle men Got trees of that ganja like I sponsor Timberlands n***as gong back and forth, I ain't playing Wimbledon with them Let my tracks just talk to n***as Yo Data I got them scared, can't sleep, with a gun in his palm Know Arabs from Yemen who be wiring bombs Big guns when we shoot them that be shaking your arms Feds studying my tape like it came from Saddam Y'all Uncle Tom a** n***as, knowing y'all feel this Have my k**ers come through the block and rob y'all dealers Run up in your label, smack your A&R 'Cause he seeing kickback while you kicking wack bars I make you a star, give you scars and some bullet wounds Put you on the table in the operator room My scope got view that will zoom from the rifle It's Maccabee Militant, project survival I tap to a scripture on my arm from the Bible And make 'Rebel Music' for snipers to ride to The son of Castro, my pops had an afro Now be a poppy seed, cooking up a crack blow Back like '88, sheep skins and rope chains Do it like Kline and say he did it to the coke game Born when Cadillac's played Johnny Coltrane Raised off of Al Green k**ing it on Soul Train F*cks with me R.H.P., y'all n***as is f*ckin' wack GGO, Maccabeez official Uh-huh, Daddy Razah What up? Yeah... Data Did another one... another one Yeah...