H&R Blocks

[Intro: Hell Razah]

Yeah, Heaven Razah

Aiyo my pen is mightier than the sword

Data Productions, it's a weapon

Yea, after this shit, send a nigga back to re-record it

Maccabeez, the Rabii, soldier general

Dreddy Krug', the Razah's back, nigga, yea

Check it...

[Hell Razah:]

My time be worth money but I'm not a Rolex

My passport got stamps getting dough in Quebec

I gun test your best, put a whole in your chest

Leave you screaming, bleeding needing a Cotex

From the blood, sweat and tears, I'm hurting careers

With OG's who be cleaning their guns, the raw years

Come by in the shootout rolling in wheelchairs

Same spot you be hustling, niggas get killed there

Hop up for the D's to pop up

The ice in the chain's like frozen vodka

Ain't nothing sweet here, we holding partner

I burn your roster, smoke y'all like trees from a Rasta

You no MC's, you thieves and impostors

Clones and backstabbers, half-smiling faces

My gun hit anyone son, it ain't racist

Put you on TV, even on newspapers

Who wanna get shot to be young, rich and famous?

And take it up the anus for rap entertainment

And sell their soul to be surrounded by strangers

I'm dangerous...

[Chorus: Hell Razah]

This is 'H&R Block' where I 'Rapid Refund'

Got connects with Arabs that sell machineguns

Know Jamaicans with trees that's born with green thumbs

[Hell Razah:]

I'm a kidnap your queen and wait 'til the king come

Take the life from the bishops and knights with one knife

Checkmate, I assassinate the head of the snake

Stare the judge in the face while I'm pleading my case

Razah verse the people of the New York State

I'm not guilty, the government got plans to kill me

Just because you wash your hands you still filthy

I hope y'all film me

Criminology, crime pays, snakes moving in sideways

I switch lanes on lames like I'm a highway

I get your brain enslaved into my sound wave

Still smoke me an ounce a day, violate, four pounds are sprayed

I keep labs out of town to stay, where Osama pray

It's Ghetto Government USA

I hooked up with two ese's and AKs in East LA

International, worldwide Maccabee

Admire the rabbi, 'Razah Rubies'

Spit King Tut jewellery that 'Shining' like Jack Nicholson

I'm the first and the last so there ain't no middle men

Got trees of that ganja like I sponsor Timberlands

Niggas gong back and forth, I ain't playing Wimbledon with them

[Break: Hell Razah]

Let my tracks just talk to niggas

Yo Data

[Hell Razah:]

I got them scared, can't sleep, with a gun in his palm

Know Arabs from Yemen who be wiring bombs

Big guns when we shoot them that be shaking your arms

Feds studying my tape like it came from Saddam

Y'all Uncle Tom ass niggas, knowing y'all feel this

Have my killers come through the block and rob y'all dealers

Run up in your label, smack your A&R

'Cause he seeing kickback while you kicking wack bars

I make you a star, give you scars and some bullet wounds

Put you on the table in the operator room

My scope got view that will zoom from the rifle

It's Maccabee Militant, project survival

I tap to a scripture on my arm from the Bible

And make 'Rebel Music' for snipers to ride to

The son of Castro, my pops had an afro

Now be a poppy seed, cooking up a crack blow

Back like '88, sheep skins and rope chains

Do it like Kline and say he did it to the coke game

Born when Cadillac's played Johnny Coltrane

Raised off of Al Green killing it on Soul Train

Fucks with me

[Outro: Hell Razah]

R.H.P., y'all niggaz is fuckin' wack

GGO, Maccabeez official

Uh-huh, Daddy Razah

What up? Yeah... Data

Did another one... another one

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