Hell Razah - Buried Alive lyrics

[Movie sample] "What did you mean when you said we were all dead?" "Do you ever think two times before you do anything?" "You ever think about what we want to do?" "And how to get it pa**ed the white man?" "We don't live life, we survive through life" [Intro: Hell Razah] Nu Kemet, Renaissance Child, raise the dead Yea, Godz wrath, I'm back n***as, (about to bury n***as) Open my casket, brush it off, brush that sh** Wipe the dirt off my shoulder, let's go [Hook: Hell Razah] This rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (Yea) This rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (Yea) This rap game want me +Buried Alive+ It don't matter if you're rich, is you ready to die? You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes (Yea) This rap game want me +Buried Alive+ This rap game want me +Buried Alive+ [Verse One: Hell Razah] I ain't dead son, my mind was in Solomon's Tomb No diva's like Queen of Sheba, who be swallowin' shrooms Blair Witches from the hood, who don't ride on no brooms Just hard dick, wit a G-pack in hotel rooms I'm back, holdin' that ratchet, y'all left it on my casket A rap kid that opened up my CD plastic Another birth of a MC cla**ic I Hell Raz' the dead, when I speak to the ma**es I'm like.. Embalming fluids in Champagne gla**es They say my name backwards in toast to they soldiers I let a Zombie beside wipe the dirt off my shoulder We be Pyramid builders, we be dealin' wit boulders When I shine, it's Supernova's that be hoverin' over Wrote a Scripture on your tombstone, in the ink of a cobra Tossin' n***as off the ship, if they think they're Jonah We payin' Hospital visits, if they're layin' in coma's Spit a verse on the corner, that be strong as Ammonia Red Hook to Dimona, we snuffin' slave owners Even if it's chain gang, we got a shank on us It's Maccabee, bang-bang, get a tank on us Black Market military, project cemeteries Rhymes be obituaries, simple as a dictionary Draw it like it's pictionary, blacker than The Mother Mary Renaissance Icon, each bar legendary Y'all lookin' like the Blue Notes did, when they ain't have Teddy Come and get me, if y'all really ready, some for Armageddy [Hook: Hell Razah] This rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (f** 'em) This rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (Yea) The crack game want me +Buried Alive+ (You know) You can't tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes It don't matter if you're rich, is you ready to die? This rap game want me +Buried Alive+ [Verse Two: Hell Razah] For dead men walkin', I wrote this in they mental coffin k** your first borns off, wit a verbal abortion I'm written in stone in the project, valley and dry bones You were made like eye-clone sittin' in my throne (Get up) I play a skeleton bones like it's xylophone (Brrrriinnnng) For that money, my mummy strapped wit a lot of chrome It's flat line, dial tone wake 'em up, daddy's home They can bury my flesh, but can't bury my soul I ain't atlas, but could carry the globe I stroll wearin' my gray clothes, draggin' my robe To a cipher, like a seance, and kick you a poem Turn the club to a catacomb, wit bloods on the dance floor Got models like Jezebel, takin' they pants off I'm tucked to common with fine diamonds, surrounded by violence Archaeologist grave robbin' in silence Invaded by those British tyrants, like Howard Carter I do this for Saints of Martyrs, and our father Dustin' off an old revolver, I'll let the cylinder turn And henny burn, that I sip in the urn I draw it first then cremated, so remember the words It's either one God you serve, or you can sleep wit the worms (Yea) [Hook: Hell Razah] This rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (Ha-ha) This rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (They wanna bury me man) This rap game want me +Buried Alive+ It don't matter if you're rich, is you ready to die? You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes (Look at me man) This rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (You know I'm comin' for y'all n***as) This rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (Look at my f**in' eyes man, this sh** Is all real) [Outro: Hell Razah] n***as thought I was gon' rest in peace But I'mma rise in peace, know'what'I'm'sayin'? This goes out to all them fake a** record companies And them fake a** record labels Who thought they was just gon' toss some f**in' dirt on our grave And walk out the door with our masks and sh**, know'what'Im'sayin'? 'Naw man, we gon' hunt y'all n***as down man We gon' hunt y'all n***as for the rest of y'all life man The last n***as that did sh** to us, the studio burned down The last label that did some sh** to us, they had to file bankrupcy Feel me?, we not playin' no f**in' game no mo' man, Maccabees n***as want us +Buried Alive+, y'all want us +Buried Alive+ We gon' write rhymes underground, in the underworld On a f**in' tombstones, inside the caskets That's Mental Caskets though, cause y'all n***as is mentally dead It's the return of the livin' dead man