Rhythm N Poetry

[Hell Razah:]

I'm a street G but still son I write it deeply

When I zone like Phillis Wheatley, that's how you greet me

Dead poets give me that motive, if they don't promote it

Stay devoted, stay focused 'til there's plagues and locust

'Cause you can't buy your soul back from Lucifer's office

Tell Bush we about to make the hood shoot at his office

His tradition in skull and bones sleepin' in coffins

Like [? ] they wanna see me on crosses

German Pope sold canned abortions

I slow it down, shit I break it in portions

You heard right, I ain't speakin' in Martian

I'm hood but I'm conscious, today that's nonsense

I do this for the slaves and the brains they washin'

Who trained with the marksmen who slept on the park bench

We hunt men comin' out their apartment

'Cause too much money got him thinkin' he Clark Kent

Get treated like you dark skin, as soon as you as it off spin

Got patriotic ho's and America's yard pimps

Rhythm N Poetry is what it's supposed to be

Where niggas get money and don't live it culturally

Rhythm N Poetry is what it's supposed to be

Where niggas get money and don't live it culturally