Timbo King - Renaissance 2.0 lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah] 1-2, 1-2, girl you could hear me? 1-2, turn me up [Verse 1: Hell Razah] I've been a threat since Benetton, Gazelles and Ballys The icon and graffiti in the Brooklyn alley Touch hearts of the pharaohs in the Egypt valley My engineer can't see me cause the booth is cloudy Still rowdy even though we in BMs and Audis Looking like black Saudis in black Denalis I'ma terrorist attack when I get on the track If I'm riding shotgun, I need one in my lap I adapt to any habitat, a BK desert rat It's war, then we sending back bodies and gats Put up your white flag homey, it get worst than Iraq We know the CIA game was to frame us with crack So each bar's more dope, h**n in my pen Got a Marvin, back robbing, head nodding again Who you sh** on to get on top could make it pop in the end Who's a flop and what's hot got you locked in the gym Tell Jacob I spit j**els I could drop him a gem And if he's looking for a diamond I could hook 'em with Timb [Hook: Timbo King (Hell Razah)] I'm Hip Hop before Sugar Hill signed a deal Before Studio 54 popping pills It was real when Kool Herc worked the wheels of steel Now we bring the game back into a New York field I'm Hip Hop before Sugarhill signed a deal Before Studio 54 popping pills I'm Hip Hop (since EPMD 'You Gots to Chill') I'm Hip Hop (since Beastie Boys 'Licensed to Ill') [Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi] I'm Christopher Wallace with street knowledge, apostle of the projects Sneaker boxes with the g-packs stuffed in a G's closet I'm tenement buildings, cement streets I'm British Walkers, I'm scuff marks on your brand new Ellesse 5% Nation of Godbodies, greeting with peace I'm raw like Kane, my lyrics are formed in solid rock Spit it hotter than '86 on drug infested blocks Last photo of Pac before his Beamer got shot I'm the Queens, one man Supreme Team, triple beam dream Microphone cream fiend, top five dead or alive, I'm so amazing 2-5 costra nostra, heart of this culture The game ain't over I'm the truce troop war reporter, legal life stick you Against All Odds, not the ordinary sh** you use to I'm C-Murder before the life sentence Predicate felons, homicide chasing n***as, hopping over benches [Hook: Timbo King] I'm Hip Hop before Sugar Hill signed a deal Before Studio 54 popping pills It was real when Kool Herc worked the wheels of steel Now we bring the game back into a New York field I'm Hip Hop [Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man] The best, oh yes, I guess, suggest the rest should fess I'm Tribe Quest, I'm Moe Dee 'Wild West' Treach, Naughty, Jazz Jeff, Slick Rick, I'm Doug Fresh I'm Def, I'm Canibus before he met Wyclef Original, I don't bite, I don't need nobody to ghostwrite Kool G Rap strike the mic, I recite the type of hype that you like I'm Sweetback, I'm Uptown Saturday Night I'm Black Caesar, I'm Rudy Ray Moore, Dolemite I'm an a**a**in rapping I'm Grand Wizzard Theodore when he invented scratching I'm Wu-Tang k**a Bee, epitome of Public Enemy Gambling, hustling like Smoothe and Trigger be bitter, b Bums diggedy-diggedy, Das literally I'm Pun in the middle of Little Italy, didn't do diddly Didn't he listen to me, I'm all good, I'm hood I'm Ice Cube before he turned soft and went Hollywood I'm Poetic from Gravediggaz, I'm ODB I'm HeadQCourterz, I'm Ted Demme, I'm Paul C If I ain't better than Big, I'm the closest I'm Richard Pryor before multiple sclerosis I'm beef, I'm gold teeth, peace Mantronix, Stetasonic, Symbolic, Bambaataa, Soul Sonic I'm Dre 'the Chronic', Melodic with logic Islamic A poverty prophet, economy robbery, co*k it I probably properly drop it, it gotta be honesty Opposite a novelty, 'Rockit', I Herbie Hanco*k-it I'm Onyx Throwin' Ya Gun, I'm Funky 4 + 1