Yo what's up man
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Yo just maintainin
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Just chillin
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Goin through the same shit, that's all
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Yo I got, I found this paper, knawhatimsayin?
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Talkin about that alluminati stuff, some new world order
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Some psychic hotlines or
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Let's give her the call see what's up
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[numbers dialed]
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[ring]
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[Chorus: Hell Razah]
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Hello, my psychic hotline
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Dial 1-900 Free-Ya-Mind, Da Last Future, call us up if ya blind
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We don't need a phone to communicate with minds
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It's Hell Razah, hello my psychic hotline
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YO we got some callers, son
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Let's pick up the first caller, the first caller
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Hello, my psychic hotline
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We got the first caller
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[Hell Razah]
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Hello pranksters, too many gangsters in hip hop
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Without knowledge, it's like a pyramid built that ain't solid
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Ya ass will get blown away demolished
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You better study more jewels than college, I promise
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Who dare double dare to true scare those with peace street consequence
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To eat, rather West Coast than Middle East
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You be marked by the beast,
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that decrease that black race that increase
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Too much ocean, it get deep
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For dreamers that's asleep
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Blessed be the meak, I be the strong first to weak
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The wolf vs. the sheep, to fight and like cowboys and indians
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Cops and criminals, American citizens vs. aliens
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I dug up more lies than libariens
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Here I be Sha the King of the Israelians
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Use your little two ears to hear me in
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In the meanwhile, Razah reptiles, get exou, who try to bite us
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With their poisonous, Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars,
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always be the noisest
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Now you got riot squad, surrounded the house of God
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Pullin out their shotties, Illuminati agents
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Tryin to devine and conquer, ya heavenly body
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I study my roots while ya party
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And get drunk off of Bacardi
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And rentin Ferrari's, a hell safari
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North America wilderness, Zoo York where animals stalk
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And work for the devil without a pitch fork
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Sellin pork of all sort, trying to kill off our righteous thoughts
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Now the wicked is fallin, hold on somebody else is calling
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Somebody is calling
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[Chorus]
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"Yo I got things messin with my mind man"
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[Hell Razah]
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Psychic Hotline, the next caller, call from the south of the border
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Needed information on the new world order
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"I got a daughter and a son and gun
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Which way should I go, Heaven is too high"
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Hell is too low, hello, I come forth in White Rose for Black Justice
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The untrusted, they get convicted, I predicted
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Ever since I was affected from the house of the wicked
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Razah mental dead, swingin my double edge swords takin heads
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I'm givin vampires garlic bread
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Mattresses for they death bed
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I see three sixes inside ya forhead
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With the same aim as a infa red
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And slaves hang off they last thread
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Before the spread of bloodshed
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It goes that be spoon fed, treasures of the wicked
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Prophet, nothin of the gifted
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Im from the city where the streets are gold
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The young and the old, all thrones
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Made the presses gems and stones
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All rise, let me exercise
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The adrenaline for the millenium, devils they be kill 'em
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I'm healin them
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Give them my competitors, face of the Syrians
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Draggin opponents through oblivion
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Taught by the teacher of experience
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You and your seed need to be camouflage like fatigue
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Cuz degree and thieves be makin judgements on stolen land
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The Children Of Izrael, expand in the village of the damn
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I meditate on Mount Fuji inside Japan
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Never let ya left know about ya right hand
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Understand don't bite it, I write it
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With thoughts of psychic, with hotlines
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[Interlude:]
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Let me use, let me ask a question
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How long uses were on the phone damn
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[more arguing]
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I got some questions that want to be answers
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I wanna know about the ebonics
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Ebonics?
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I can tell you about the shit
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Ebony?
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What that ebonics stand for
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Devils wanna know
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Bout to go outside
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[Chorus]
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Hot Line
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Sunz of Man |