Indian Giver Lyrics

Yeah! G.G.O. Ghetto Government Official Yeah! G.G.O. Yeah! [Hell Razah] They say I got a conscious flow A box full of Optimus Got tell a bomb squad Sharon's 'bout to blow Plant a seed then water it and watch it grow Since Bush stole the skull of Geronimo We roll deeper then the Navajo wit calico My halo glow like a U.F.O. I throw lava in volcano Kill how Cain did Abel wit no label What you bringing to this round table? I sit amongst Kings, Prophets and Black Angels Who speak truth on our truce angles The youth dangle of a rope in the prison cell We don't wanna sell dope but we living in hell The Black male DNA from the blood cell I drink up from the Holy Grail Can't even trust even a email They got my name misspelled as El-Razial Written wit the finger of God I'ma Rayon, rhyming aligning the stars I'm the top shelf liquor by the bomb Cognac wit a honey dip Cuban cigar (Chorus) Razah It go; one for the money Two for the divas Three niggas snuck into the club with their heaters Four more bottles of pop I'm too killer My swag got iller The Black Pancho Villa I want my spot back I'ma Indian Giver My flow be the Nile River I deliver like liquor on a bad liver You ain't a killer you're wired with a transmitter It go; one for the hungry Two for the eaters Three more Presidents come to deceive us World War IV; report to new leaders My swag got iller The Black Pancho Villa I want my spot back I'ma Indian Giver My flow be the Nile River I deliver like liquor on a bad liver You ain't a killer you're wired with a transmitter [Hell Razah] Check it, I spit a 62 kilo, you not Gambino I'm Black Cherokee; it's locked like the c-notes I watch for the egos and drop 30 c-notes 32 shots in the the peek-hole These niggas wanna re-vote Therefore I feed 'em to the revolt The Loc's and the Young Bloods wit love for the revolt What you mad at me for? I'm business like Nino My 16 blowing like C-4 Hide in the planes up in heat throat Legal or illegal we gon' eat tho' At 15 we turning into Ninos Hoes in that Christian Dior who sip semen befo' Come through the door then she leaving in war Condoleezza Rice rolling da dice and yo life George Bush wanna cheat on his life its so trife It's still a plantation, slave making of a Freemasons If you awake you'll see the son of Satan (Chorus) RazahHell Razah - Indian Giver - http://motolyrics.com/hell-razah/indian-giver-lyrics.html