Return Of The Renaissance - Hell Razah, R.A. The Rugged Man

Yeah, Renaissance Child, Heaven Razah

Raziel, on Earth as it is in Heaven

Wings up, yo, let me see your heavenly swagger

Ya’ll do it like this with me

Renaissance '76, some say heavenly sent

My pitch got my enemies sick

Now I’m back independent as Prince, a young black industry pimp

That’ll flip more money that’s spent

More flows for your memory chip, when I empty a clip

I don’t miss like a Kennedy hit

I’m Max Julien, a millionaire mind inside a hooligan

Got chicks that’s Peruvian that slip toolies in

(Clubs and parties), the project Marcus Garvey

Turn the hood to the woods or a dark safari

Spit game that’s older than the black Atari

Or I can upgrade quicker than a fast Ferrari

Still denim and Gore-Tex, but more or less I’m ready for war vets

No Rolex or homo sex, I wrote off debts

I slept with the Tec in my Polo vest

Go back like a Memorex tape cassette

But still I rep my project, back of the F

Red Hook got 'em shook up, gasping for breath

Haunt niggas on the third day after my death

Amazing grace, I ain’t with the Bathing Apes

A&R's wanna hate, try to tell me to wait

Without a mixtape, don’t make me spit in your face

Put this 40 to your head, make you dig in the safe

I’m the great Constantine, I carve the kings

I’m a Renaissance Child from my father’s genes

Like Joseph interperting a Pharaoh’s dream

Man, business affairs better have my CREAM

Now the white man plan is to have my queen

I seen bosses with Maybelline on

Got sick of hearing Brook-nam need a good theme song

I’m reborn, I’m back now, getting my eat on

It’s Heaven Razah so be gone

Yo, your physician got you worse than crackheads

Man with the plan get you needed them damn meds

The corporations controlling the airwaves

They on your brain you ain’t nothing but their slaves

The feds reading your Twitters and your Facebooks

They be tapping your cells, tracking your smells, put you back in your cells

On TV every politican flip flop

And it don’t stop, amateur porn sites, bitches lick cock

Planned Parenthood, the basis, the sterilization

Of so-called genetically inferior races

Nazis using eugenics to kill black babies

Who better me and Heaven Razah take it back to the 80s

The boom-bip-bap and the bop of the rap, stolen cop car

Hop in the back, pop in a cap, they ain’t locking the cat

Rocking a track, cocking it back

Hip-hop from the doctor operating never dropping the wack

The White House digging through your e-mails

Entertainment industry run by homosexual shemales

The climate change is irrelevant

The global warming fearmongers trying to bring in the world government

Government poison is sown with chemicals

Humans beings being born with horns and tentacles

The program keeping you in your damn hood

Mentally raping you and taking your manhood

Lon Chaney, the Phantom, abandon your plan and examine the famine

Helping you preparing, I’m sharing awareness

I’m caring, I’m blam blamming the cannon like Yosemite Sam and

The Sunz of Man, and the Wu-Tang Clan, and the Rugged Man and

As a kid I wasn’t interested in Transformers

Wanted to be like Rambo and shoot rocket launchers

Public relations, creations, rappers that are Freemasons

Kissing dick for initiations, these are iffy situations