Hell Razah - Cinematic lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah] Yeah, Cinematic, Renaissance Razah Rubies, you know, I ain't writing rhymes no more I'm writing movie scripts And this one is all Blaxploitation "Well I think that's a little out of our league" "Only out of our league, if you think it's out of my league" "Well then that's what I mean!" [Hell Razah] That's when I met Coffee, a Belvedere dear, hair like Pam Grier Sipping on some Gran Marier, gave me a cold stare Glared at the sparkle like Claudine, she brought fiends Said she want a piece of the action, and more CREAM Morphine, guarded your dreams, with just an old fling She moved on to bigger and better things, like wedding rings Married to a superfly guy, they went to Coolie High With fives on they blackhand side, they wanted short eyes A hundred grand dead or alive, they found 'em hogtied Inside the car wash, of his boss ride, in crossfire The minute Truck Turner arrived, to pay the court by I want him and his bride, married side by side That's one down, two to go, no witnesses, no clues Lady sing the blues, so he cut off her airplay It's three the hard way, gun spray when it's broad day The mack had his hoes lined up in the hallway One girl, Mahogany know him because her skin tone Used to bone Blackbelt Jones and check her cell phone Redial then got a dial tone from Cleopatra Jones Noticed she was after the throne, so she grabbed the chrome And called up Trouble Man, damn we need a better plan It's Hell Up In Harlem when Cotton come, with more grams Ok, yes mam, I'm keeping it low key, I'm O.G Just make sure it's cornbread for Earl and Me "Ya'll listen to this little record Don't get your hearts together Talk about taking checks, what do you think you're doing Everytime you pick up a gun?" [Hell Razah] Black Caesar caught the kite, he was uptight Cuz Dolomite was uptown Saturday night, moving that china white Willie Dynamite had a bet on Iron Mike Gambling with money trouble, can't break the monkey hustle So it's champagne bubbles, cigars, and card shuffles Money in the duffle bag, Shaft'll get the other half He put it on his badge and staff'll leave a blood bath The spook who sat by the door, sold him the .44 And keep on recording more, footage and go it's war Cuz slaughter's big whip more was hurting his credit score With Petey Wheatstraw, who was getting his 'caine raw He paid for a Sugar Hill, and crisp hundred dollar bills Heard k**as out in Bucktown, got his brother k** The word isn't happening up in Uncle Tom's cabin A witness saw it all Across 110th Street Convinced me, and I could get the low with the charges We the black godfathers, love the silence revolvers Black cinema "Listen to me, you had three stand the chance To get something out of her" "Yeah, that is besides laughing and bragging Over how many brothers you done chopped and k**ed In some foolish gun war Now sit your funky a**es down for a change"