[Intro: Hell Razah, (Killah Priest)]
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[imitating the beat]
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Yeah, yeah, uh, 9-7 y'all
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Yeah, uh, Sunz Of Man y'all
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Yeah, uh, New York to California y'all (Valley Of Kings)
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Yeah, huh, yeah (Valley Of Kings)
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Yeah, uh, yo
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[Chorus x2: Hell Razah]
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To make the worse get better
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We gotta come together
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As one mind that's ready for whatever
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[Killah Priest]
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Singin our holy anthem
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Lampin with all my handsome grandsons
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Strong as Sampson, inside my gold mansion
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Built upon a hill, located over Israel
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The city of emeralds, the land of many treasures
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May our flag stand forever, band together
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By the ancestors, until they transgress ya
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Put his hand upon the letter
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We used to conquer everywhere we wandered
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Reign with honor, until we stepped upon the
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Fertile soil, royal, shinin like alumuninum foil
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Ancient kings from the Bysatine, blowin steam
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From our nostrils, hostile, listen to the gospel
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To alternate the mind state
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Spillin wine from the blood of grapes
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Over my iron breastplate, got my opponent in checkmate
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Egyptians is my musicians, Christians is my beauticians
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The sound of the trumpet gives me comfort
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Peasants bring my presents, for a blessing
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A restin under the moon crescant
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Haven't search the whole earth
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The outskirts of the universe
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KP, your majesty, the magnificent, heaven sent
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God's gift, ever so swift
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Another round of applause and encore as the lions roar
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The chief war lord
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[Prodical]
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In these dark days of Vietnam
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Death is a pawn, that's word is bond
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Sound the alarm, we surround calm
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Barin arms, spark a megatron
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Rockin charms, true and livin Islam
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Supreme's wisdom becomes a realistic sitcom
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On the grounds of Brooklyn
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Central Booking through good Crooklyn
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So, until then I make ends meet, war the beast
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In the streets of heat, move industry, formation concrete
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Medina soldier, mathematical, alphabetical
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Quote an intelligent sire, contain the element of fire
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Mental igniter, who said to school ya 'bout the liar
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As it was bitin, writin in the books over Ovadiah
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I shower tiger soul with papaya
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Original soul writer, the golden fighter
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Swift, clever like the tiger
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So, on the contrary, you can get bloody like mary
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Head flown like the tooth fairy, crushed like some berries
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[Chorus x3]
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[Hook: Hell Razah]
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Birds of a feather fly together
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The wise and the clever last forever
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Never say never
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[Hell Razah]
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From the ghetto, not the suburbs
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First ye observe me, come serve me
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All high under my Godfather's derby
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Style that be Earthly, you heard of me
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Satan can't curse me, I perfer my by bein dirty
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Stayin sterdy, watch the birdy, make you beg for some mercy
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A motionless attempt to want to hurt me
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Out for big cops that wanna search me
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But their justice don't deserve me
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This world don't concern me
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Children of the prophets in the projects gotta hustle for a profit
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Before we hit Apocalypse, thieves dig your pockets
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Begin to notice they're Earth's hostages
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The wicked rule, cash rules
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Stash jewels in your head that be brain food
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Show and prove, go back to black schools
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I smack fools, tryin to give me back the shackles
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Don't make me clap you
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My niggaz carry glocks, gettin sexed up in homemade mariotts
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Sit back and we plot a lot
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Move with the ninja type and the Nazis like society
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The wisely, FBI's can't even keep an eye on me
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[60 Second Assassin]
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Blessed be the meak...
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Blessed be the meak in the valley of the kings
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Yo, I be that maker, owner, cream, when I'm plannin
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Was schooled by my man, but my name ain't branded
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Branded as the world turns, from the clause, FA mob, what
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Shhh from the start, best to roll from your heart
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Puttin 'nam on the map, FA rock full of trap, diamonds and emeralds
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And nothin but tools, for the knowledge of a fool
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Is the wisdom of the dead, drownin in the pools
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I've been schooled, we trade gold, drinkin royal wine
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While me in my mind, some roots
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They're in the Valleys of Kings, truth
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In shinin armor, both kings killin rap in your drama
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Since one the rhymer, made kids bring the drama
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FA rock, your last stop, bringin it off the cur |