Artist: Hell Razah f/ R.A. the Rugged Man Album: Heaven Razah Song: Return of the Renaissance Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Hell Razah] Yeah, Renaissance Child, Heaven Razah Raziel, on Earth as it is in Heaven Wings up, yo, let me see your heavenly swagger Ya'll do it like this with me [Hell Razah] Renaissance '76, some say heavenly sent My pitch got my enemies sick Now I'm back independent and clinch, a young black industry pimp That'll flip more money that's spent More flows for your memory chip, when I empty a clip I don't miss the Kennedy hit I'm Max Julian, the millionaire mind inside a hooligan Got chicks that's Peruvian, that slip toolies in Clubs and parties, the project Marcus Garvey Turn the hood to the woods, or a dark safari Spit games that older than the black Atari Or I can upgrade quicker than a fast Ferrari Still denim and gortex, but more or less I'm ready for war vets No Rolex or homo sex, I wrote off debts I slept with the tech in my polo vest Go back like a Memorex tape cassette But still I rep my project, back of the F Red Hook got 'em shook up, that's for bread Haunt niggas on the third day after my death Amazing grace, I ain't with the Bathing Apes A&R's wanna hate, try to tell me to wait Without a mixtape, don't make me spit in your face Put this 40 to your head, make you dig in the safe I'm the great Constantine, I carve the kings I'm a Renaissance Child from my father's genes Like Joseph interperting a Pharaoh's dream Man, business affair better have my CREAM Now the white man plan is to have my queen I seen bosses with Maybelline on, ya'll sick of hearing Brook-nam music, the theme song, I'm reborn I'm back now, getting my eat on It's Heaven Razah so be gone "Now give me the cash" "I don't have any money!" [R.A. the Rugged Man] Yo, your physician got you worse than crackheads Man with the plan get you needed them damn meds The corporations controlling the airwaves They on your brain you ain't nothing but they slaves The feds reading your Twitters and your Facebooks They be tapping yourself, tracking your smells, put you back in your selfs On TV, every politican flips lies And it don't stop, Amex porn sites, bitches lick cock Ran paranoid at basic, the stereolization Of so-called genetically inferior races Nazis using your genetics to kill black babies Who better me and Heaven Razah to take it back to the '80's The boom-bip-bap and the bop of the rap, stolen cop car Hopped in the back, popping a cab, they ain't locking a cat Rocking a track, cocking it back, get popped The doctor operating every drop in the wack The White House digging through your e-mails Entertainment industry run by homosexual shemales The climate change is irrelevant, the global warming fear Mine is climbing, ringing, the world government, ahh Government poison is sown with chemicals Humans beings being born with horns and tentacles The program keeping you in your damn hood Mentally raping you and taking your manhood Lon Chaney, the Phantom, abandon your plan and examine the famine Helping you preparing, I'm sharing awareness I'm caring, I'm blam blamming the cannon like Yosemite Sam And the Sunz of Man, and the Wu-Tang Clan, and the Rugged Man and As a kid I wasn't interested in Transformers Wanted to be like Rambo and shoot rocket launchers Public relations creations, rappers get the Freemasons Kissing dick for initiations, these are iffy situations Felt good, did it sound as good? Cool, I'm done