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"they got me so uptight" --> unknown singer



[chorus 1: hell razah]

We form the ghetto government

You either hate us or you lovin it

Ghetto government for those who strugglin

*repeat 4x*



[hell razah (killah priest)]

We form a congress wit our conscience

Here to fight against eden for our freedom til it get accomplished

(we make the whole world astonished

See us with our macabee-an garments

They bow down and pay homage, we God sent

Movin through this evil world with a compass

Niggaz die over nonsense, when the koran spit)

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit

The whitehouse be the projects

We study all that evil dialect

Dead sea scrolls of a prophet

With the mindstate we movin objects

It be the livin word thats heard in your eardrums

You gotta digest (which king gotta die next?

Im on the street corner taking side bets

>from set-trippin, angels of death slip in

Which that cat wit the tech grippin

We straight crippin, blue flags and durags

Other cats got they red out, cars sped out)



[chorus 2: killah priest *singing*]

I am king of bethlehem

We sit upon the throne

Thousands die before us

This is a story of a fallen kingdom

*repeat 2x*



[killah priest]

A full moon glows, light reflects off of my gold

Seven men with shields of david on top of they post

Soft wind blows, breath through my silk blue robe

After I feast, fall asleep between my seven pillows

Feel my eyes close, then a motion picture screen show

See the world like looking through a foggy window

See a large cliff of thugs, some crips and some bloods

Neanthas, latin kings, broken homes and shattered dreams

They gather in teams around jacobs ladder

Set up robots and make them scatter

Cops watch them on they tv cameras

They move in one manner

When the speak, rhinos stand up

Throw they hands up and make the cops take off they handcuffs

Other thugs thats trapped up in back of vans and the bus

On their way to rikers, am I enlighther?

Its now life, Im put in ciphers

Ever since I was put in diapers

Over six million passengers ships from africa

After the jerusalem massacre

After king soloman we wore lavender

See the david from the slaveships

Now they call us africans cause or skin match with them

But thats a lot of foolish, so they can over rule us



[chorus 2]



[chorus 1: 2x]



[hell razah]

Knights at the square table, share bread at last supper

Lost seek to fulfill their prophecies, suffer

We discuss the proverbs in solomans words

Livin in visions of daniel, revelation dreams

Hebrew kings choppin off the eagle wings

Second excellence, no more, sex, lies, drugs and pestilence

My evidence, my own testament, written on wood

Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods

Idol worshippers, blasphemers, thieves and murderers

Adulterers, holdin sexuals in land burglerers

New york city dressed pretty with lectricity

Blackout, computers shut down, 2000 assed out

Reset the internet chip, communication wit

Gabrielle in a spaceship, from a basement

Apocalypse child, wars any sore playground

Jews and gentles, fed generation x-files

Cuz me and wisdom got a loyal marriage

We not africans, indians nor we arabs

What?



[chorus 1: 4x]

"they got me so uptight" --> unknown singer



[chorus 1: hell razah]

We form the ghetto government

You either hate us or you lovin it

Ghetto government for those who strugglin

*repeat 4x*



[hell razah (killah priest)]

We form a congress wit our conscience

Here to fight against eden for our freedom til it get accomplished

(we make the whole world astonished

See us with our macabee-an garments

They bow down and pay homage, we God sent

Movin through this evil world with a compass

Niggaz die over nonsense, when the koran spit)

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit

The whitehouse be the projects

We study all that evil dialect

Dead sea scrolls of a prophet

With the mindstate we movin objects

It be the livin word thats heard in your eardrums

You gotta digest (which king gotta die next?

Im on the street corner taking side bets

>from set-trippin, angels of death slip in

Which that cat wit the tech grippin

We straight crippin, blue flags and durags

Other cats got they red out, cars sped out)



[chorus 2: killah priest *singing*]

I am king of bethlehem

We sit upon the throne

Thousands die before us

This is a story of a fallen kingdom

*repeat 2x*



[killah priest]

A full moon glows, light reflects off of my gold

Seven men with shields of david on top of they post

Soft wind blows, breath through my silk blue robe

After I feast, fall asleep between my seven pillows

Feel my eyes close, then a motion picture screen show

See the world like looking through a foggy window

See a large cliff of thugs, some crips and some bloods

Neanthas, latin kings, broken homes and shattered dreams

They gather in teams around jacobs ladder

Set up robots and make them scatter

Cops watch them on they tv cameras

They move in one manner

When the speak, rhinos stand up

Throw they hands up and make the cops take off they handcuffs

Other thugs thats trapped up in back of vans and the bus

On their way to rikers, am I enlighther?

Its now life, Im put in ciphers

Ever since I was put in diapers

Over six million passengers ships from africa

After the jerusalem massacre

After king soloman we wore lavender

See the david from the slaveships

Now they call us africans cause or skin match with them

But thats a lot of foolish, so they can over rule us



[chorus 2]



[chorus 1: 2x]



[hell razah]

Knights at the square table, share bread at last supper

Lost seek to fulfill their prophecies, suffer

We discuss the proverbs in solomans words

Livin in visions of daniel, revelation dreams

Hebrew kings choppin off the eagle wings

Second excellence, no more, sex, lies, drugs and pestilence

My evidence, my own testament, written on wood

Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods

Idol worshippers, blasphemers, thieves and murderers

Adulterers, holdin sexuals in land burglerers

New york city dressed pretty with lectricity

Blackout, computers shut down, 2000 assed out

Reset the internet chip, communication wit

Gabrielle in a spaceship, from a basement

Apocalypse child, wars any sore playground

Jews and gentles, fed generation x-files

Cuz me and wisdom got a loyal marriage

We not africans, indians nor we arabs

What?



[chorus 1: 4x]

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