Jordan River Banks - Musical Murdah lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah] Yo, where the f** you get these pictures from? (Yo I'mma show you some sh**, man Come on, we gonna go in here...) Renaissance.. (We gonna see some sh** on the walls in this f**ing building You ain't never seen before...) [Hell Razah] You high, looking at the picture that's when it begin You see an arm out the icon come snatch you in It's hood hieroglyphics, it was written in graffiti scriptures Fall of Twelve Tribes, leaving with us They got a new Pope, the seeds of Hitler We spell Bush with a swastika, Adolf is Schwarze-n***a More coke, more ropes for out throats to k** us Shipping dope through the churches, delivered in hearses When you translate my verses, there's blessings and curses 'usical Murdah direct hearts from the strings of a harp The Warrior's Drum, at nighttime give me a spark I ain't Bach or no Beethoven, may the Heavens open For all the instruments of slaves stolen It's like holding on that chauffer, blowing on the Day of Atonement Now we following the ways of the Romans Play guitars when we building on mars In the 'idst of Kabul, me and Priest share similar scars Seven stars carved into my skin, what's popping? There's something much more to that d**h of Johnny Cochran I walk through the 'Valley of Kings' like Achnatten And run up in the Vatican church without a stocking [Chorus: Hell Razah] I say this verse with honesty for the poverty But we've been kings since the Histo's dynasty Maccabeez we deserve your apology But this is prophecy, a piece of God's property I say this verse with honesty for the poverty But we've been kings since the Histo's dynasty Maccabeez we deserve your apology But this is prophecy, a piece of God's property Musical Murdah [Hook: Ras Ka**] It's murder he wrote We murder these notes It's Razah, Ras Ka** You heard of me loc [Ras Ka**] Two years when I'm on vacation, just one man defying a nation Who else could chop pies in the basement? Then turn around and sign with a Mason Define the relation between crime and inflation Dominicano and Haitian Throw out all your old CDs, me and Hell Razah replaced them And that one gun will show you how the west coast rocks b**hes pull out your titties like Courtney Love I'm like the sidewalk homie, I support these blocks Scorching hot, jailhouse tattered, fourty Glocks You are going to need morphine shots The pain is exquisite and your ride or die b**h, I'ma tell Xzibit to pimp it Old n***a, new n***a, trying to take the Spear of Destiny and put it through n***as Crack Da Vinci's Code, Ras the black Meryl Vingian Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene's next of kin But in the end, every three seconds a child dies in Africa, genocidal ma**acre And rappers know I walk on walls like tarantula My flow is cancer the answer to why you on my dick like a catheter I laugh at half of you, mortals can't stand my velocity I flip the Earth's axis with a spatula And possibly I'ma crack the surface, Captain Kirk is In the hood like liquor stores and Baptist churches Motherf**er [Hook] [Chorus] [Outro: Girl] You are now listening to the sounds of the Renaissance Child