Lost Ark

[Intro: Hell Razah] Lost Ark... As they search and invaded countries And territories and lands... More and more places, they searched And they invaded, and destroyed the conquered people For the Ark of the Covenant Holy of the Holies... instill... And the word translated in English read... [Hell Razah] Don't touch the deck of love, we was made in the image of God We was formed out of the dust, when they finish the stars I'm Israeli, and half alien, covered with skin As a sperm learned to swim, now we flooded in sin My results of DNA, was a sign of may day When they looked and seen my X-Ray, they started to pray My street team was seen in a dead man's dream Go 'head, get ya green, til my album is king No tribe can make music, like Judah bloodstream Don't vow, make a promise to America's queen They computering your offspring, with a vaccine With the evidence of Genesis, the book of the genes I'm the virus to the Internet, give it to knight us Arthritis, to you writers, love to follow Osirus More brighter than the lighters, that'll get in your iris And spit gasoline rhymes, in the city of fire My saliva's like lava, for hell's thermometer On the mic, I'm two hundred and twelve in Fahrenheit In kilometers, I travel, and burn your satellite Come down and break bread, with the pharaohs at night [Chorus: Hell Razah] We read our names in the Hebrew text, look like the black Odets We Hell Razah's of the Lost Ark We get our ate, from the blood of the sphinx, for the thugs and the saints We Hell Razah's of the Lost Ark We young pharaohs, we waving our pistols, on the search for the hiss ghost We Hell Razah's of the Lost Ark UFO's got invisible shields, on the seeds of Israel We Hell Razah's of the Lost Ark [Hell Razah] We the chosen ones out the Bible Still serving other Gods and idols, we get our name from the angel Michael Ain't nothing changed, it's the same cycles We must awaken up the Christ inside you Seek scriptures instead of rifles, trying to fight, could be suicidal We wrestle, not against, flesh and blood It's modern Exodus, the second flood We build an ark with the art of love, below the dark clouds up above From the humble to the hardest thugs From the queens to the harlots in these strip clubs Line of Judah when it's crying cubs, out selling or they buying drugs From the government, who fly it in This be the Babylon, we dying in But through the truth, we can rise again (get up) Wise words do apply to sin, we suffering cuz the pride of men I'll resurrect 'em when I grab the pen [Chorus]