Baghdad - Rosewood lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah, (Baghdad)] Sunz Of Man, First Testament Rule the land, we on the ghetto fab. burnin sh** Nat Turner sh** (Gon' raise ya borns to a higher planet) Rule the land, we on the ghetto fab. burnin sh** (Higher altercations) Rebel slaves [Baghdad] Yo, enter the gateway to the valley of turmoil The brick road I walk 'pon is hot rocks, makes the heat boil Plant seeds in fertile soil, a dominant monument Comin through steppin, crackin of cement A secret agent, in contempt with fire power Bringin the rain showers over the control towers The cats and dogs continue to paw for a couple of hours I make it happen, don't make me have to peal and reveal you Ship you off to Hindu, smoke you into mildew But tattoo written in Hebrew, says 'Imperial' Your quarentine is in the igloo, if I don't dig you Search who? [Hell Razah] As I contribute I speak to who's listenin, turn rap shows into a Christenin Roll with fishermen, 'til we burn down Switzerland Stop bickerin or be in a bad predictament My crime felon-ment, peck the bones off of skeletons Clubs scared to let us in, cuz the melanine To all states, we not sellin-in, mind-embezzlin See the flesh be irrelevant to Hell and president Breakin up your concentration with a conversation As the government will starve the nations for information They love us for the heart of Satan, sacred agent [7th Amba**ador] Born in the PJ's, great-grandmoms was a slave Calm perms, jeri-curls and waves Nappy-head dreads, fades and braids Sister with straight combs and bangs n***as with gold chains that hang Belt-buckles would show the name Toe-to-toe with the knuckle game Get your eye punched to the back of your brain No pain, no gain, the fact still remains It's just an everyday thing Grand-dad's laugh drinkin Miller Genuine Draft Just relaxed, not worried about the aftermath Hot peas and bu*ter, throw the belt in the gutter Runnin all day without no hunger Right before we started baggin numbers Took shorties to the roof-top Pebble Beach is where they got their boots knocked Washed up, head back on the block Jams that rock until the gunshots Last night somebody got shot [Chorus: Hell Razah] So don't come up in our neighborhood If you ain't, up to no good n***as get shot while they rollin up they Backwood What? We turn this into Rosewood What? We turn this into Rosewood [Hell Razah] Round one, all competetors come, get redder than rum From lead of a gun, here's the microphone magnum Instead of a crumb, we want the whole lump sum We come from where the kings was once bums Poor millionaires got robbed for many years The day's comin back where we sat in gold chairs Y'all wack and who cares? We came to interfere Y'all wack rap artists be givin me gray hairs Yea [Baghdad] I'm in control of perverse Godless souls Antagonizin like pain from sercumsizin The agony, in the tragedy, of a python I shine in mind and leave the flesh in bond The boa constrictor who bit ya, switch hitter Who sacrificed your sister and left her with a blister Loaded off the thug pa**ion mixture The holiday swine got intwine off banana '99 Lost to the track of time, n***as chased behind the comcubine You bind, they lose they life line [Chorus 2X]