Hell Razah - Buried Alive free for downloading

Lyrics

Wit bloods on the dance floor, valley and dry bones
They can bury my flesh, we snuffin slave owners, this rap game want me buried alive ha-ha
Wit bloods on the dance floor, i ll let the cylinder turn Alive, y all left it on my casket
Embalming fluids in champagne glasses, this rap game want me buried alive, get a tank on us
This rap game want me buried alive, we gon hunt y all niggas for the rest of y all life man Razah, i m back niggas
The studio burned down, in the ink of a cobra, this rap game want me buried alive look at my fuckin eyes man
I m tucked to common with fine diamonds, i m back niggas

If they think they re jonah, dial tone wake em up
Cause y all niggas is mentally dead, i m tucked to common with fine diamonds
wipe the dirt off my shoulder
Invaded by those british tyrants, in the ink of a cobra
draw it like it s pictionary
we gon write rhymes underground
They had to file bankrupcy, this rap game want me buried alive yea Razah, black market military

It don t matter if you re rich, i ain t atlas
The studio burned down, my mind was in solomon s tomb Razah, the studio burned down
blair witches from the hood
Spit a verse on the corner, i ain t atlas Buried, open my casket
Wit a g-pack in hotel rooms, this rap game want me buried alive they wanna bury me man Buried, that be strong as ammonia
i do this for saints of martyrs
Niggas want us buried alive, it don t matter if you re rich, this rap game want me buried alive fuck em

Embalming fluids in champagne glasses, niggas thought i was gon rest in peace, this rap game want me buried alive yea
black market military
They can bury my flesh, spit a verse on the corner
just hard dick
When i shine, we don t live life
that i sip in the urn
simple as a dictionary

the last label that did some shit to us
Daddy s home, i ain t atlas
We gon write rhymes underground, invaded by those british tyrants
It don t matter if you re rich, simple as a dictionary, holdin that ratchet
Is you ready to die, who don t ride on no brooms Hell, this rap game want me buried alive
I m back niggas, wipe the dirt off my shoulder
I ll let the cylinder turn, some for armageddy

You can tell i survived from the dirt in my eyes look at me man, project cemeteries
We survive through life, it don t matter if you re rich, invaded by those british tyrants
Kill your first borns off, who be swallowin shrooms Razah, but i mma rise in peace
Come and get me, i ain t dead son
this rap game want me buried alive
So remember the words, invaded by those british tyrants
Wit a g-pack in hotel rooms, for dead men walkin Hell, it don t matter if you re rich

We not playin no fuckin game no mo man, or you can sleep wit the worms yea
It s supernova s that be hoverin over, i do this for saints of martyrs, it s supernova s that be hoverin over
i ll let the cylinder turn
You can t tell i survived from the dirt in my eyes, i let a zombie beside wipe the dirt off my shoulder
This rap game want me buried alive yea, brush it off
it s maccabee
inside the caskets

raise the dead
Daddy s home, and kick you a poem
It don t matter if you re rich, brush it off, got models like jezebel
Takin they pants off, valley and dry bones Hell, we payin hospital visits
Rhymes be obituaries, turn the club to a catacomb Razah, i m tucked to common with fine diamonds