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Hell Razah & Blue Sky Black Death f/ Prodigal Sunn - Written in Blood lyrics
"I want you to cry..." - vocal sample repeats throughout (except during verses)
 [Intro: Hell Razah]
 This is just the beginnin' of your endin'
 Or the endin' of a new beginnin'
 It's where we start off at
 Yeah... yeah... it's like...
 [Hell Razah]
 It's like a never-endin' documentary, I knew eventually
 we'd strike back mentally at one common enemy
 My thoughts be a bomb threat to vets in the industry
 We ahead of our time like the twenty-first century
 Vyin' with the energy of Marvin in the seventies
 This is for the comrades who facin' death penalties
 I walk with a bop with God like Enoch
 In Nike Airs, I don't rock Reeboks, OK ock?
 On shibop, we give our most high props through hip-hop
 We certified worldwide of this Maccabee hive
 The more truth, the more lies, gotta watch his disguise
 Now we rise as The Phoenix comin' out of the fire
 Niggaz broke over forty, then they need to retire
 We need cashier cheques and bank wires
 More 'dro we can crush up on party flyers
 Freedom fighters, Maccabee machine gun riders
 [Denzel Washington sample from "Training Day"]
 You ain't never killed nobody
 What's gon' happen?Hell Razah & Blue Sky Black Death f/ Prodigal Sunn - Written in Blood - http://motolyrics.com/hell-razah-and-blue-sky-black-death-f-prodigal-sunn/written-in-blood-lyrics.html
 It takes a man to kill
 Hit me right there!
 Hit me! Hit me!
 [Prodigal Sunn]
 It was said it couldn't be done, The Return of the Sunn
 The burn of the guns, the seven seal, a million to one
 Buildin' my funds, diplomatic, twistin' some cabbage
 Raidin' any static fanatic with the heart of an addict
 Spark on the sabbath, the truth keeps me shook like rabbits
 Sort of like the fiend with a habit, the death of a savage
 Written in Blood, forbidden, smitten, bitten by love
 It's like the hand that broke through the glove, the flight of a dove
 The strike of a thug, similar to all the above
 I watched my brother killed for the drug and died for the slug
 A lot have fell from the tree of life, deciteful and trife
 One with the garden, a million pardoned, march with an arson
 From Brooklyn to Parson, stay alert, tear through the riot
 Stare and apply it, don't make me have to air out ya kayak
 The team's supreme, free from the dreams, the schemes
 Four kings, slicin' the ring, black tools, jewels it seems
 [Laurence Fishburne sample from "Deep Cover"]
 I had killed a man... a man who looked like me...
 Whose mother and father... looked like my mother and father...
 And nothing happened...
 And the police didn't come after me... no one did...
 I could have killed others if I wanted to... and gotten away with it













