BK To Moscow

[Chorus x2: Razah]

From Brooklyn to Moscow what we got now

Mezza Morta meets the Renaissance Child

From Red Hook to Russia now we move crowds

International, they bow down

[Hell Razah:]

Since the days of Atari I follow the steps of Marcus Garvey

I ride on anything wrong that's not Godly

A shotgun get in my hand become a Sharpie

I write down the day of your death if you ain't spark me

The sequel was no room left to see a part 3

I'm back like Jason 40s with more weed

I spit it heavenly, my wisdom transform the melodies

Being black is like I already been born with felonies

A hundred bars like a Centipede pray for enemies

Got genes in me from the unseen and dead poets

Claustaphobic to one track minds that ain't focused

At the edge is a dead end road with Black Vultures

We might as well go and bury our self

We need help, seek health

Like knowledge and self or get shelved

Will I be noble and free?

A young mogul Noble Drew Ali

I stare like Constantinople show you who I be

See I'm in bars with cognac, cigars'

Happy ending from Maccabeez, Japanese massages

From the heavens where God lives

Regardless you press charges, we insert the cartridge

The Grim Reaper with a street sweeper

You hot boy I'm the heat seeker

You iced out I'm a deep freezer

And I don't think y'all don't want no beef neither

I got to Russia like a Saint Peter

Renaissance