Artist: Hell Razah
Album:  Renaissance Child
Song:   Buried Alive
Typed by: Cno Evil, DaSun Akbar

[movie sample]
"What did you mean when you said we were all dead?"
	"Do you ever think two times before you do anything?
	 You ever think about what we wanna do?
	 And how to get it passed the white power?
	 We don't give up lives, we survive through lives"

[Intro: Hell Razah]
New Kemet, Renaissance Child, Raze' the dead
Yeah, Godz Wrath, I'm back, niggas
Wanna bury me? Open my casket, brush it off
Wipe the dirt off my shoulder, let's go

[Chorus: Hell Razah]
This rap game want me buried alive (yeah)
This rap game want me buried alive (yeah)
This rap game want me buried alive
It don't matter if you rich, is you ready to die?
You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes (yeah)
This rap game want me buried alive (get ready)
This rap game want me buried alive

[Hell Razah]
I ain't dead son, my mind was in Solomon's Tomb
No diva's like Queen of Sheba, who be swallowin' shrooms
Blair Witches from the hood, who don't ride on no brooms
Just hard dick, wit a G-pack in hotel rooms
I'm back, holdin' that ratchet, y'all left it on my casket
A rap kid that opened up my CD plastic
Another birth of a MC classic
I Hell Raz' the dead, when I speak to the masses
I'm like.. Embalming fluids in Champagne glasses
They say my name backwards in toast to they soldiers
I let a Zombie beside wipe the dirt off my shoulder
We be Pyramid builders, we be dealin' wit boulders
When I shine, it's Supernova's that be hoverin' over
Wrote a Scripture on your tombstone, in the ink of a cobra
Tossin' niggaz off the ship, if they think they're Jonah
We payin' Hospital visits, if they're layin' in coma's
Spit a verse on the corner, that be strong as Ammonia
Red Hook to Demona, we snuffin' slave owners
Even if it's chain gang, we got a shank on us
It's Maccabee, bang-bang, get a tank on us
Black Market military, project cemeteries
Rhymes be obituaries, simple as a dictionary
Draw it like it's pictionary, blacker than The Mother Mary
Renaissance Icon, each bar legendary
Y'all lookin' like the Blue Notes did, when they ain't have Teddy
Come and get me, if y'all really ready, some for Armageddy

[Chorus: Hell Razah]
This rap game want me buried alive (fuck 'em)
This rap game want me buried alive (yeah)
The crack game want me buried alive
You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes
It don't matter if you rich, is you ready to die?
This rap game want me buried alive

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

[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Yea, this rap game want me buried alive (hehe)
This rap game want me buried alive (they wanna bury me man)
This rap game want me buried alive
It don't matter if you rich, is you ready to die?
You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes
This rap game want me buried alive
This rap game want me buried alive