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• Artiste: Hell Razah
• Titre: Armageddon (Heaven & Hell)
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[Intro:] El-Raziel, sometimes my mind just zone out [Chorus 1:] Take you through Heaven and Hell Let me take you through Heaven and Hell It's the righteous side of me Gon' against the wicked side of me [Chorus 1] [Hell Razah:] I'm the sun, moon and the stars I be the wound in your scars I'm where the souls and the spirit evolve I'm why the planets and the orbits revolve No problem to solve Cause I'm perfection, the curse and the blessing No pain, no hurt or depression From birth it was destined Since the night they said let it be right I was the vitamin and the bite in the fruit from tree of life I'm with Christ and his wife taking UFO flights I don't like space shuttle, fake satellite hustles I'm a place where it's safe all your dead aunt's and uncle's Your great-grandmothers and fathers said they loved you Be careful of that trouble in that concrete jungle [Chorus 2:] I'm the water, the fire, the air that you breathe White doves in the firmament spread they wings I was written in the top ten, one of the kings So when you die you gon' really see what I'm a bring No man can serve two masters [Chorus 1:] [Hell Razah:] This where the demons at, chicks sip semen at 200 fallen angels leaning on Venus track I give a fiend a crack, a young black teen a gat Show 'em how to clean the MAC Then I want my heaterz back I gave Eve the apple, the thief in the castle Deceit tabernacles, goats and half-jackals Eat like pterodactyls, death forever travel The puppet masters to the president, whoever has it I do genetic cloning, slept with many Romans With three sixes in the forehead before the Omen I be the rage of Hitler, I went and changed the scriptures I even made Michelangelo paint his pictures I be a four ton tongue kisser Desert eagle, young gun lifter, blood splitter I eat the souls of these young niggaz I'm a disease to these drug dealers and these coke sniffers [Chorus 2] [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [Chorus 1]