Hell Razah - Posse Cut lyrics

[Verse 1: Hell Razah] I keep it ghetto where it's grimey, grimey, you know how Bed-Stuy be Throwing them block parties, building with God bodies Before Dirty died, BK been lively My project army, Red Hook been behind me I spit j**els shiny, bright as Illuminati The black owl see the white inside Colin Powell Hitler and George Bush, they got you acting Nazi I be a child of Israel, young Haile Sela**ie Ghetto Government, ark of the covenant A track with Rugged Man, I had to come f** with it JoJo, Remedy, Blaq Poet, running sh** [Verse 2: JoJo Pellegrino] Mmm, that's how you comes with it? I f**s with it, yo Pelle' keep it a thousand, a hundred percent He got clout and a ton of respect Never sold my soul, I leased to him when he cut me the check Sit pretty, spitting ugly, I say this nice and clear I'm the best that never did it, all them other guys is ehh Unimpressed with the state of rap, I'mma help them embrace the fact Move forward, take it back, shedding light, watch 'em fade to black Blap, and f** rappers that can't compare to me They scared of me, Pelle' the streets, keep your ear to me [Verse 3: Remedy] I pop a pill, chill, sit back, release my anxiety Got two exotic Colombian b**hes on both sides of me Make clothes, raid codes, Mr. Secret Society I hate liars, this is the truth, there's no denying me f** you, pay me what you owe me, let 'em know Staten Island like Joey, I'm Israeli like Razah is Young Haile Sela**ie, white Jew, never Nazi There's black and white poets in hand, yo Rugged Man [Verse 4: R.A. The Rugged Man] Like Bo King cousin, ba** in your face, displaying hate in the place White folks hate me, I'm disgracing the race Underground I hold the crown and I ain't gon' pa** it Every verse that I spit, I give birth to a cla**ic Am I ignorant? Hmm, maybe, hmm, probably, am I genius? That's a possibility, possibly, as amazing As I spit it's obvious, I'm the co*kiest, I write hits I don't need no Gwen Stefani's or Fergie white chicks k** the species of weak MC's, f*ggot rappers I'm allergic to your sweetness like diabetes Master of mack, and max relax and jab in slabber You battle, you bagging your b**h, waving and bruising Will leave in a broken ragged Caddy, babbling Traveling, bullets splattering Rat-a-tat shattering, I'm the Gracie family grappling, yup And hating on me is like hating the truth You can lie to yourself, but deep down you know I'm the truth [Verse 5: Blaq Poet] Why? Blaq Poet motherf**er That's the name, and I'll, blow your troubles Right out your brain, it's insane how I penetrate Your dome piece, microphone fiend, f** the police I'm a known beast, I get it popping, I'm not stopping Lyrical AK spray, got your body flip flopping Yo, R.A., who the f** want it? I have these punks running back up in they mama stomach I'm a real deal, straight from the gutter Might f** the hood, but you dumb motherf**ers Ya'll can give it up, I don't give a f**, just Get out the way, I'm coming through like what, plus The guns bust, no dust, no rust, trust You better roll with the rush, don't oppose us Or get crushed by the truck, all G's up When the sh** start you better not freeze up