Thankful

[Intro: Hell Razah] Yeah... yeah... Yeah... Hell Razah... a/k/a... the Renaissance Child Razah Rubies, the Rabbi I wanna give a special thanks to everybody out there That bout the album, you know, I appreciate that For all the love and the support and everything, knowImean? Yeah, wings up, throw ya M's in the air, let's go [Hell Razah] I'm bout that jackpot-jackpot, keeping my gat cocked Still Red Hook like the G train, last stop Where black cops take, a percentage from crack spots Where fans online like I invented the laptop My black Godfather to match my black revolver With bullets that'll tear through your vest and body armor Get turned into martyrs and buried at funeral parlors And covered up with make-up, keep, fucking our cake up Your moms'll be begging the lord for you to wake up Like Harry Melvin and the Blue Notes, I'll give you two pokes Of gun smoke, from my toast, you get too close This is BK, home of the bosses and kidnappers Where ice like igloo, picks cold as Alaska I spit that emerald, saphire and jasper I'm where the coke so white they call it Casper And know all the drug kingpins became rappers And labels wanna buy out artists to keep they masters What's a royalty point with no loyalty With CEO's wiping they nose, sniffing ya budget up And tell you that you need more scams to bring your numbers up It's all recoupable, from your birth to your funeral Streets a musical, pay your debts or they suing you Back at shooting you, it's whatever's more suitable... [Chorus: Hell Razah] I wanna thank all my fans, for they love and support Because it wouldn't be me without no records you bought I had to bring it back raw for the streets of New York And leave something for these critics and these haters to talk [Hell Razah] Am I a problem? A thorn in your side, a suicidal bomb threat Every morning you rise, and stored in your drive And programmed to open your mind, I kosher the rhyme And pray it like a ghetto Rabbi, that stay on the grind Before any label can sign, I'm doing numbers online Matter fact, independently fine Get off of my vine, and go find a mountain to climb I'm where crime ain't illegal, with paid bills to feed you And jars be firing, we, hire those people Be stuck with the choice of the lesser of two evils I'm camouflage, you know, I blend with the amazon Project apartments, turn to pentagons My sixteen bars, they study in synagogues Made her shuffle tarot cards, and search for other Gods It's odd, but I'm the youngest nigga, ill, that's far Cuz I ain't try'nna be Jay, Pac, Nas or Biggie Smalls Keep my currency flowing like Niagera Falls Get it cracking like the Berlin Wall, you hear the Maccabee role call Bullets travel in your like pinball I'm banksta, all about deposits and withdrawals A Fistful of Dollars, I advise you to get yours... [Outro: Hell Razah] Yo count your money, man... you got it? A hundred thousand Take that money (two hundred thousand) and go break bread with ya niggas, man Three hundred thousand, you good, you good And teach 'em, all the same thing, no doubt son, yeah, we all leaders We gon' do it like this... Razah a/k/a the Renaissance Child I'd like to give a special thanks to the Most High For waking me up this morning, for making everything real, word up I'm thankful for the simple things in life, knowhatimean I'm thankful for being able to see out of my two eyes right now Hear out of both of my ears... both of them.. word up, I love ya'll, man Good looking for supporting the album too, man...