Fire N Brimstone

[Intro: Hell Razah]

It's about to rain 'Fire N Brimstone'

[Hot Flames:]

Staring in my reflection, looking at my own eyes

Satan got re-elected, how the fuck we so blind?

Still we rise, Michelangelo's lines

Play in my mind like one of my rhymes

They say the falling of The Towers was a sign

That the world's gonna end

And Nostradamus predicted, even wrote it in pen

Do you believe it ain't a question of that?

Do you believe in a God? That's the question to ask

Western is back, Jesus resurrection is fact

And I pray that I'm not alive on the day he come back

And I pray for every soldier that fought in Iraq

And every mother that was told her child's not coming back

'Cause I speak the words of a prophet follow my lead

Away from the nuclear rockets, and in Malcolm's dreams

Counting cream the American dream

But America's got a scheme that's way worse than it seems

It's sad when your child thirsting for cream

And he thinking his moms purse just a purchase on weed

Reasons for money is the purpose of creed

'The Art of War', [? ] told me to read

I read it, I see they using the same method on me

The road other men took was a lesson for me

There's no fear, if I die it was destined to be

Just remember my words when I'm resting in piece

[Chorus:]

'Fire N Brimstone'

[Hell Razah:]

When the Devil cross our path

Are we going to lift him off his ass?

Razah's forfeit fuck like it's Moses staff

Cash it down on the floor, that's a poisonous ass

Turn the studio session into a scientist lab

Mix the scriptures with streets then I add it with math

That's just half of this chemistry I wrote on the pad

Came to learn about the rest when I opened the class

And show students how the revolution was in the past

I'm the young Shaft in the ghetto, they're not on my level

Like the great Bob Marley, my music is rebel

Only heavy metal I know is Guns N' Roses

And I ain't talking about record covers and posters

I'm talking 'bout funeral, flowers and holsters

Y'all be too broke to rob, our job is stock brokers

To shit where you eat and you sleep is not kosher

I seen niggas leave and come back as dead soldiers

Covered in America's flag, there's eight heads in the duffel bag

You touch any one of my staff

Hold you hostage like Arabs back in Baghdad

I don't come from a rocket but I [? ]