The Messengers

[Chorus: Hell Razah]

Hell Razah and the Tribe of Judah, man vs. computer

We be them young Israelite rulers

Black jews with them German lugers, we Da Last Future

It's gon' take a whole world to move us

[Lazarus:]

The biochemical equation, six points, the day of invasion

Blitz Beverly Hills, murder caucasions

I'm like Joshua and came in, I'm like Malcolm

Before the pilgrimage, my main men braindead

Psychotic, fiber optic

Sub-atomic, Israelite rockets

Raised by the peasants and the prophets, fathers of the black Arab Islamic

I drop jewels, they say it's non sense

Fuck the radio, they try deceive I

That's why I keep seven quotes, the son of Levi

Fucked up since I was knee high

So now my brain's ran over with Remy, Allah's deep mind

Fuck it, ask the pastor, where's the collection?

Before I put the Smith & Wessing, in his mid section

Wild like dirty bitches in the projects

Popping pills like old timers

Hair wrapped like I'm Osama, no conscience

I was born feet first

So many niggas crossed me, so I'm thinking bout me first

Fuck the world, I was blessed with two little girls

So ya'll niggas ain't gotta like me

But fucking with me is unlikely

I'm like the black Christ, until my last day strike me

It's the prophet, nigga

[Hell Razah:]

If God is intelligence, I'm Hannibal riding on elephants

Burn up the body parts, leave no evidence

We build the alter for the head of your presidents

We getting pharaoh's necks like it was Exodus

Warriors of Babylon, threats of atom bombs

Tatted my arms, like Aztecs, Mexican dons

King David wrote my favorite song, when I think of that song

They change faces like the hatred is gone

All the reviews in magazines rated me wrong

Take America to court without supporting Saddam

Shoot at the son of Hitler, while I'm saying Shalom

It's no peace without warfare, you getting my crosshairs

No fear, I wrote this inside your pope's chair

With a cold beer, all of my bars is sincere

Burn L's with the Eloheim's, young Idi Amin

We take money like we see through your jeans

You got a bank card, we'll walk you to the ATM machine

And talk him out his chain, and that watch, and them rings

Been a king since Joseph and modern Egypt

Condoleeza, got me on that silence heaters

Throw a mask on, and ride on ya congress leaders

Black Fenitians that speak English, bless the four regions

We came from continents with God's teachings

We used to trade guns, now we using 'em, the same ones

That was slaves in Jerusalem, I kick the truth for them killas

[Chorus x1.5]