The Renaissance (O.G. Version)

[Intro: Hell Razah] 1-2, 1-2, yo, you could hear me? 1-2 turn me up [Hell Razah] I've been a threat since Benetton Gazelles in Valleys The Icon in graffiti in the Brooklyn Alley Touch hearts of the Pharaohs in the Egypt Valley My Engineer can't see me cuz the Booth is cloudy Still rowdy even though we in BM's and Audi's Lookin' like Black Saudi's in Black Denali's I'mma Terrorist attack when I get on the track If I'm ridin' Shotgun I need one in my lap I adapt in any Habitat, a BK Desert rat It's War, then we sendin' back bodies and gats Flip the white flag homey it get worst than Iraq We know the CIA game was to frame us wit Crack So each bar's more dope, Heroin in my pen Got a ??Marvin?? back robbin', head 'noddin again Who you shit on to get on top could make it pop in the end Who's the flop and what's hot got you locked in the Gym Tell Jacob I spit Jewels I could drop 'em a Gem And If he lookin' for a Diamond I could hook 'em wit Tim [Hook: Timbo King & {Hell Razah}] I'm hip-hop before 'SugarHill' signed a deal Before 'Studio 54' poppin' pills It was real when 'Kool Herc' worked the wheels of steel Now we bring the game back into a New York field I'm hip-hop before 'SugarHill' signed a deal Before 'Studio 54' poppin' pills I'm hip-hop, {since 'EPMD' You Gots To Chill} I'm hip-hop, {since 'Beastie Boys' License To Ill} [Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, I'm Christopher Wallace wit street knowledge Apostle of the project Speakerbox wit the G-Packs stuffed in a G's closest I'm tenement Buildings, cement streets, I'm British Walkers I'm scuff marks on your brand new Alize 5% Nation of Godbodies greetin' wit peace I'm Raw like Kane, my lyrics are formed in solid rock Spit it hotter than '86 on drug infested blocks Last photo of 'Pac before his Beamer got shot I'm the Queens, one man Supreme Team Triple Beam Dream, Microphone Cream Fiend Top Five Dead or Alive, I'm so amazin' 2-5 Costra Nostra, heart of this culture The game ain't over I'm the truce troop war reporter, legal life stick you Against All Odds, not the ordinary shit you use to I'm C-Murder before the life sentence Predicate felons, homicide chasin' niggas, hopin' over benches [Hook: Timbo King & {Hell Razah}] I'm hip-hop before 'SugarHill' signed a deal Before 'Studio 54' poppin' pills It was real when 'Kool Herc' worked the wheels of steel Now we bring the game back into a New York field I'm hip-hop before 'SugarHill' signed a deal Before 'Studio 54' poppin' pills I'm hip-hop, {since 'EPMD' You Gots To Chill} I'm hip-hop, {since 'Beastie Boys' License To Ill} [Hell Razah] All I need is a beat-box And I'mma run through niggas like Sheep rock We flop? we gon' have to run up in weed spots These Glocks could send fake niggas to meet 'Pac We got - the pick that could open your key lock If Hip-Hop is dead, then in this House of Madness I'mma raise the dead out of that Mental Casket No, niggas 16 that'll sell you Ratchets That drew when they see any jewelry flashin' I still be at Bk Kool G Rappin' You come through the wrong dude will sell you Aspirin We still got luv for Ole Dirty Bastard We judged by 12, six carry the casket My gat spit, that's it, niggas do backflips My Black whips pull up to the Clubs and bag Chicks (Get in, get in) This rap shit got niggas thinkin' they that sick (Look at 'em) 'Til Sixth Grade I stayed on some read and math shit I'm hood but Intelligent, ???????? When Hoes buyin' clothes off the poles of Saks Fifth And I don't eat pork, Enzymes and cat-fish And what you gonna do when the streets is cash-less Take 2 pulls of my weed and pass it (Gimme my shit!) Wit these beats I'mma toe tag it and body bag it I don't want a deal if I gotta be a faggot (Naw I'm good) These homos and 'E' addicts, go'head and have it Cuz I don't need no money that bad to toss salad From Brooklyn to Paris stay blowin' that Cactus That match wit my Army Jacket, Green Cabbage My bars be 24 Karats for the Average [Outro: Hell Razah] 'Renaissance Child' - Tragedy Khadafi Givin' ya'll niggas that new upgrade That next level of this Hip-Hop shit It's the God core muzik, Hip-Hop is back niggas!