Sunz of Man - Hot Line lyrics

rate me

Yo what's up man

Yo just maintainin

Just chillin

Goin through the same shit, that's all

Yo I got, I found this paper, knawhatimsayin?

Talkin about that alluminati stuff, some new world order

Some psychic hotlines or

Let's give her the call see what's up

[numbers dialed]

[ring]

[Chorus: Hell Razah]

Hello, my psychic hotline

Dial 1-900 Free-Ya-Mind, Da Last Future, call us up if ya blind

We don't need a phone to communicate with minds

It's Hell Razah, hello my psychic hotline

YO we got some callers, son

Let's pick up the first caller, the first caller

Hello, my psychic hotline

We got the first caller

[Hell Razah]

Hello pranksters, too many gangsters in hip hop

Without knowledge, it's like a pyramid built that ain't solid

Ya ass will get blown away demolished

You better study more jewels than college, I promise

Who dare double dare to true scare those with peace street consequence

To eat, rather West Coast than Middle East

You be marked by the beast,

that decrease that black race that increase

Too much ocean, it get deep

For dreamers that's asleep

Blessed be the meak, I be the strong first to weak

The wolf vs. the sheep, to fight and like cowboys and indians

Cops and criminals, American citizens vs. aliens

I dug up more lies than libariens

Here I be Sha the King of the Israelians

Use your little two ears to hear me in

In the meanwhile, Razah reptiles, get exou, who try to bite us

With their poisonous, Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars,

always be the noisest

Now you got riot squad, surrounded the house of God

Pullin out their shotties, Illuminati agents

Tryin to devine and conquer, ya heavenly body

I study my roots while ya party

And get drunk off of Bacardi

And rentin Ferrari's, a hell safari

North America wilderness, Zoo York where animals stalk

And work for the devil without a pitch fork

Sellin pork of all sort, trying to kill off our righteous thoughts

Now the wicked is fallin, hold on somebody else is calling

Somebody is calling

[Chorus]

"Yo I got things messin with my mind man"

[Hell Razah]

Psychic Hotline, the next caller, call from the south of the border

Needed information on the new world order

"I got a daughter and a son and gun

Which way should I go, Heaven is too high"

Hell is too low, hello, I come forth in White Rose for Black Justice

The untrusted, they get convicted, I predicted

Ever since I was affected from the house of the wicked

Razah mental dead, swingin my double edge swords takin heads

I'm givin vampires garlic bread

Mattresses for they death bed

I see three sixes inside ya forhead

With the same aim as a infa red

And slaves hang off they last thread

Before the spread of bloodshed

It goes that be spoon fed, treasures of the wicked

Prophet, nothin of the gifted

Im from the city where the streets are gold

The young and the old, all thrones

Made the presses gems and stones

All rise, let me exercise

The adrenaline for the millenium, devils they be kill 'em

I'm healin them

Give them my competitors, face of the Syrians

Draggin opponents through oblivion

Taught by the teacher of experience

You and your seed need to be camouflage like fatigue

Cuz degree and thieves be makin judgements on stolen land

The Children Of Izrael, expand in the village of the damn

I meditate on Mount Fuji inside Japan

Never let ya left know about ya right hand

Understand don't bite it, I write it

With thoughts of psychic, with hotlines

[Interlude:]

Let me use, let me ask a question

How long uses were on the phone damn

[more arguing]

I got some questions that want to be answers

I wanna know about the ebonics

Ebonics?

I can tell you about the shit

Ebony?

What that ebonics stand for

Devils wanna know

Bout to go outside

[Chorus]