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Renaissance Child<\/strong> is the solo debut album by Emcee Hell Razah (aka Heaven Razah), released on February 20, 2007 Razah is most famed as a member of Wu-Tang Clan affiliate groups Sunz of Man and Black Market Militia.<\/p>\n

The album features production from MF DOOM, Dev 1, Shuko, Fabrizio Sotti and Wu-Tang affiliate producers Bronze Nazareth and 4th Disciple. This deep album includes featurings with Tragedy Khadafi, Timbo King, R.A. The Rugged Man, Talib Kweli, Viktor Vaughn, Killah Priest, Ras Kass and The Maccabeez.<\/p>\n


\nBurried Alive Lyrics <\/strong><\/p>\n

“What did you mean when you said we were all dead?”
\n“Do you ever think two times before you do anything?”
\n“You ever think about what we want to do?”
\n“And how to get it passed the white man?”
\n“We don’t live life, we survive through life”<\/p>\n

[Intro: Hell Razah]
\nNu Kemet, Renaissance Child, raise the dead
\nYea, Godz wrath, I’m back niggas, (about to bury niggas)
\nOpen my casket, brush it off, brush that shit
\nWipe the dirt off my shoulder, let’s go<\/p>\n

[Hook: Hell Razah]
\nThis rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (Yea)
\nThis rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (Yea)
\nThis rap game want me +Buried Alive+
\nIt don’t matter if you’re rich, is you ready to die?
\nYou can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes (Yea)
\nThis rap game want me +Buried Alive+
\nThis rap game want me +Buried Alive+<\/p>\n

[Verse One: Hell Razah]
\nI ain’t dead son, my mind was in Solomon’s Tomb
\nNo diva’s like Queen of Sheba, who be swallowin’ shrooms
\nBlair Witches from the hood, who don’t ride on no brooms
\nJust hard dick, wit a G-pack in hotel rooms
\nI’m back, holdin’ that ratchet, y’all left it on my casket
\nA rap kid that opened up my CD plastic
\nAnother birth of a MC classic
\nI Hell Raz’ the dead, when I speak to the masses
\nI’m like.. Embalming fluids in Champagne glasses
\nThey say my name backwards in toast to they soldiers
\nI let a Zombie beside wipe the dirt off my shoulder
\nWe be Pyramid builders, we be dealin’ wit boulders
\nWhen I shine, it’s Supernova’s that be hoverin’ over
\nWrote a Scripture on your tombstone, in the ink of a cobra
\nTossin’ niggas off the ship, if they think they’re Jonah
\nWe payin’ Hospital visits, if they’re layin’ in coma’s
\nSpit a verse on the corner, that be strong as Ammonia
\nRed Hook to Dimona, we snuffin’ slave owners
\nEven if it’s chain gang, we got a shank on us
\nIt’s Maccabee, bang-bang, get a tank on us
\nBlack Market military, project cemeteries
\nRhymes be obituaries, simple as a dictionary
\nDraw it like it’s pictionary, blacker than The Mother Mary
\nRenaissance Icon, each bar legendary
\nY’all lookin’ like the Blue Notes did, when they ain’t have Teddy
\nCome and get me, if y’all really ready, some for Armageddy<\/p>\n

[Hook: Hell Razah]
\nThis rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (Fuck ’em)
\nThis rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (Yea)
\nThe crack game want me +Buried Alive+ (You know)
\nYou can’t tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes
\nIt don’t matter if you’re rich, is you ready to die?
\nThis rap game want me +Buried Alive+<\/p>\n

[Verse Two: Hell Razah]
\nFor dead men walkin’, I wrote this in they mental coffin
\nKill your first borns off, wit a verbal abortion
\nI’m written in stone in the project, valley and dry bones
\nYou were made like eye-clone sittin’ in my throne (Get up)
\nI play a skeleton bones like it’s xylophone (Brrrriinnnng)
\nFor that money, my mummy strapped wit a lot of chrome
\nIt’s flat line, dial tone wake ’em up, daddy’s home
\nThey can bury my flesh, but can’t bury my soul
\nI ain’t atlas, but could carry the globe
\nI stroll wearin’ my gray clothes, draggin’ my robe
\nTo a cipher, like a seance, and kick you a poem
\nTurn the club to a catacomb, wit bloods on the dance floor
\nGot models like Jezebel, takin’ they pants off
\nI’m tucked to common with fine diamonds, surrounded by violence
\nArchaeologist grave robbin’ in silence
\nInvaded by those British tyrants, like Howard Carter
\nI do this for Saints of Martyrs, and our father
\nDustin’ off an old revolver, I’ll let the cylinder turn
\nAnd henny burn, that I sip in the urn
\nI draw it first then cremated, so remember the words
\nIt’s either one God you serve, or you can sleep wit the worms (Yea)<\/p>\n

[Hook: Hell Razah]
\nThis rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (Ha-ha)
\nThis rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (They wanna bury me man)
\nThis rap game want me +Buried Alive+
\nIt don’t matter if you’re rich, is you ready to die?
\nYou can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes (Look at me man)
\nThis rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (You know I’m comin’ for y’all niggas)
\nThis rap game want me +Buried Alive+ (Look at my fuckin’ eyes man, this shit
\nIs all real)<\/p>\n

[Outro: Hell Razah]
\nNiggas thought I was gon’ rest in peace
\nBut I’mma rise in peace, know’what’I’m’sayin’?
\nThis goes out to all them fake ass record companies
\nAnd them fake ass record labels
\nWho thought they was just gon’ toss some fuckin’ dirt on our grave
\nAnd walk out the door with our masks and shit, know’what’Im’sayin’?
\n‘Naw man, we gon’ hunt y’all niggas down man
\nWe gon’ hunt y’all niggas for the rest of y’all life man
\nThe last niggas that did shit to us, the studio burned down
\nThe last label that did some shit to us, they had to file bankrupcy
\nFeel me?, we not playin’ no fuckin’ game no mo’ man, Maccabees
\nNiggas want us +Buried Alive+, y’all want us +Buried Alive+
\nWe gon’ write rhymes underground, in the underworld
\nOn a fuckin’ tombstones, inside the caskets
\nThat’s Mental Caskets though, cause y’all niggas is mentally dead
\nIt’s the return of the livin’ dead man<\/p>\n