Hell Razah - Smoking Gunz lyrics

"Ooooh guns, Your master is violent, your enemy is peace" "Thank you all for coming And thank you for supporting your organization I have twenty five words for you From my cold dead hands" Yea, we don't make no vests, right? No pistols, bullets and shells (Yea, "Renaissance Child") You'kno'whatI'm'sayin'? We don't make grenades (A.K.A. Hell Razah, Maaaccaaabee - Military) We don't make none of that sh** We just know what to do with it though (All my soldiers stand up) You'kno'whatI'm'sayin'? ("Smoking Gunnz") Y'all sell that sh** at Wal*Mart Y'all sell that sh** ( , I smell the "Smoking Gunnz") Ask the NRA where the "Smoking Gunnz" at? Yo, I'm where projects is crack mansions It ain't been this real, since the Black Panthers We ain't the Beatles makin' music for you Charles Mansons I make a whole college campus since the Mac anthem 'Til America fall, I stand stronger than the Berlin Wall My software is warfare for the poor to install And download in your Medulla, who's the lion of Judah? And send a virus through the wires of the beast's computer They raidin' our cribs, invasion like Bay of the Pigs For my hood, we reacted like how Castro did Modern day Eisenhower - sent the planes to the Towers While the government blamed it on some nuclear powers A world, traded their weapons for some U.S. dollars Take notes, of the quotes, when you buildin' with scholars I sit back, doin the knowledge, who be sniffin' that powder? It's white collar, criminology versus Jehovah If you was lookin' for that "Smoking Gunn" I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from? (Yea) I would ask Smith & Wesson how to make me one (Ask them) You should smell your own hands for the "Smoking Gunn" (Can you smell it?) Yea, if you was lookin' for that "Smoking Gunn" I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from (Ask him) I would ask Smith and Wesson how to make me one You should smell ya own hands for the "Smoking Gunn" (Smell it?) My saliva is liver, son I write with the hand of an arson Give me a harpoon, I autograph my name in shark skin Get deeper each bar, like you swimmin' with dolphins Keep my head above water, to enlighten my aura White robes, black justice versus judges and lawyers Supreme Court be a force that was made to destroy us To the Most High, I testify to plead my case While they hate on my race and white wash the faces This the Renaissances ages, I value my wages Ask the reverend why the Bible be missin' some pages Do we suffer 'cause the birth right was given to Jacob? Or because my brother Isa (pbuh) was Isaac's favorite? They named us Native Indians and then enslaved us Broke bread with the enemy that soon betrayed us Lured the lions out the jungle, then they put 'em in cages Now the cubs live in wildlife, spittin' out razors Hunt or be hunted, a species, livin' in danger Took the God and their language, now they labeled us gangsters Criminals, ex-cons, Ariel Sharon Another reason, I'm squeezin' with the right to bare arms If you was lookin' for that "Smoking Gunn" I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from? (What?) I would ask Smith & Wesson how to make me one (Uh-huh) You should smell your own hands for the "Smoking Gunn" Yea, if you was lookin' for that "Smoking Gunn" (Uh-huh) I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from I would ask Smith and Wesson how to make me one You should smell ya own hands for the "Smoking Gunn" (Where you at?) I write seeds like the Borgia family Cut throat for the throne Posin' as Christ, the six Popes of Rome Cardinals bangin' on church doors, the verses I draw Written out like curses on boards Read 'em backwards, no distractions Find out, Priest is John the Baptist With a rap gift, I come to free the captives Like Jesus in Nazareth, deep as Atlantis The prayin' mantis, with the advantage When it comes to the English sand scripts I write it eight times, like Tarantulas Slugs fly through the Vatican Walls Then the great dragon will pour Drip water while I'm sweatin', readin' the Torah He spots me, swam from the sea to the border Grab my ribs, I kick him where he has his kids He head bu*ts me, slams me on top of my pastor's crib I stand up, back ripped up, recitin' the forty-ninth psalms Holdin a medieval knife in my palms, the right to bare arms I stick him in his head, hell bust wide open Demons come out smokin', flyin' through my body I grab their tail then slew his army I say a verse just to wake the zombies It's Priesthood.. *panting heavily* If you was lookin' for that "Smoking Gunn" I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from? I would ask Smith & Wesson how to make me one You should smell your own hands for the "Smoking Gunn" Yea, if you was lookin' for that "Smoking Gunn" I would ask Dick Cheney where he get it from I would ask Smith and Wesson how to make me one You should smell ya own hands for the "Smoking Gunn" "We have work to do, hearts to heal Evil to defeat and a country to unite We may have differences, yes And we will again suffer tragedy almost beyond description But when the sun sets tonight And forever more, let it always set on, we the people Secure in our land of the free and home of the brave I for one plan to do my part, thank you"