T.H.U.G. Angelz - Apt. 7G (Blacksmiths) lyrics

(Razah talking) Rubiez, Renaissance, The Blacksmith Established 1976, Heaven Razah (Chorus) Razah My revolutionaries dance wit a gun inside slums Same jungles that the Panthers was from Independent like 'Sanford and Son' My heart beat the same drum my ancestors was from Let me get into it like this [Hell Razah] You woke the best rapper 'Buried Alive' You shoulda kept my name outta your mind I ain't sign but by the time let's hit 'America Online' I turn a chirp in time to tarnish your shine You look airbrush, graphic design I'm just a wisemen who happen to rhyme It's just half of my time You got a lot of cards, money and j**els You know the rules I got confident with nothing to lose I'm old school from that 'Soul Train' Cold train blues, spit that propane fuel You an example of what c**aine do Yeah I'm flammable, heard your two-bars that's pertaining to Hell Razah sharpness that's sparking up your darkness Battling my conscious, my rocket ship launches I ain't off the meter neither See I'm off the compa** When North, East, West, South feel me I accomplish Smoke a rap star; roll 'em in the red carpet And spark it then go reload the AK cartridge Battle me, I be on some suicidal bomb sh** With C-4 nitrogen underneath the armpit (Bazz: They ain't ready for you son) (Interlude) Razah Yeah, I turn words into a diamond when I start rhyming The Blacksmith - The Blacksmith I turn words into a diamond when I start rhyming The Blacksmith Razah Rubiez [Hell Razah] It's like Osama met Barack Obama and he sold out his honor For a rocket launcher, I'm like the Loch Ness monster I conquer; cop a tissue-like Hannibal I'm wit you like Emmanuel You wanna be a Renaissance Child? Get the manual I'm coming for my royalties down to my mechanicals Homey I was born a king since the Book of Samuel Bring along your camera crew so they could see me damage you Yeah, I spit a 16 Bar Mitzvah That coulda f**ed around and bombed Hitler Moving the form of a shark's figure Study my art like a dark picture Notice the crosses of swastika Now we raised around cop k**ers Oh you a Blood? Here's a maxi-pad Now go and flag down a taxi cab You in the wrath of my aftermath Like Dead President's burnt cash It ain't confirmed till it's Ur ash... That's the word from The Blacksmith (Chorus) Razah My revolutionaries dance wit a gun inside slums Same jungles that the Panthers was from Independent like 'Sanford and Son' My heart beat the same drum my ancestors was from Bang my anthem in the Black Phantom Controversial so they work the bandom They get ugly but the verse's handsome They get ugly but the verse's handsome