Razah made his rap debut in the early 90s as a founding member of the Sunz of Man along with Killah Priest, Shabazz the Disciple, Prodigal Sunn, Supreme, 7th Ambassador and 60 Second Assassin. The group have released three albums to date ("The Last Shall Be First", "The First Testament" and "Saviorz Day")
As a solo artist, Razah has released a slew of mixtapes (most of which are available online) aswell as five studio albums - When All Hell Breaks Loose (2001, re-released in 2008), Freedom of Speech (2004, with 4th Disciple), Renaissance Child (2007), Razah's Ladder (2007, with Blue Sky Black Death) and his most recent album Heaven Razah (2010).
Razah is also a member the group T.H.U.G. Angelz, with Shabazz The Disciple and have released one album "Welcome To Red Hook Houses" in 2008.
In 2010 Razah suffered a brain aneurysm but miraculously recovered!
His album "Heaven Razah" was released around this period, and since his recovery Razah has continued to make music under this moniker.
A documentary was filmed about his recovery entitled "Risen". More information can be found here http://www.risendocumentary.com/
R.A.Z.A.H.
Hell Razah Lyrics
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Yeah, bounce to this
Yeah, bounce, uh
Shake ya titties, mom, yeah
Come on, one love, for the shorties
Outta Browns, son, nigga right now
Chicks, go get me a drink
Eyein' a nigga right now
[Hook 2X]
Razah, Zah, Zah, Zah
Ra, Zah, Zah
[Hell Razah]
She like rocks like The Flintstones
Hit chicks in all skin tones
Young chicks can't wait to get bonned
I'm like the floor you get slip on
I love my dunns when they clips long
Max Julian, son, that ain't gangsta
We smack niggas outta anger, shit
Get locked up, turn spoons into bangers
What, hit the chick, got her givin' me money
Rubbin' in my cuffshots, all over her tummy
She like Iceberg, the champagne
We outta raise a Razah campaign
She don't get a damn thing
Not a cow, who here, dollars bill and shit
Still lay up in the lab eatin' mills and shit
Got these industry niggas talkin' deals and chips
A&R's losin' jobs when they hear my shit
I roll my weed up and whips don't spill the shit
The same way we came in ships, we leave in ships
My niggas got g's to get, and squeeze the clips
Ain't no hustlin' for petty crumbs, weed and kicks
[Chorus]
Yeah, who that nigga they ain't fuckin' wit
Spit wisdom deep shit, rock fly shit
Only fuck wit real niggas on the field, nigga
Hell Razah, Child of Israel, niggas can't fuck with him
They better duck from him, don't fuck with him
[Hell Razah]
I'm Max Julian, the millionaire mind inside a hooligan
The wise one out the foolish men
And trust go the god, when you really find out whose ya friends
I stay droppin' jewels and gems, and coops and timbs
A marksmen sharpshooter when I use the pen
Sittin' on twenty inch rims, cadillac in
New York if you like it or not, it's what's crackin'
Shorties on the Greyhound bus, is what's crackin'
Hoes only made for those who stay mackin'
Clubs only made for those who stay stackin'
Got everything from Phat Farm to Brickface jackets
My forty-four eleven take you ace step stackin'
Never come to BK, chained and ring flashin'
Niggas will take ya shit is what's crackin'
High off the hydro-weed and thug passion
Chicks swallow ecstasy but love action
When Razah get signed, that's it, it's closed caskets
Ya little bastards
[Hook to end]
[Outro]
Take that, muthafuckin', fake ass
Soundin' like other niggas ass niggas
Muthafuckas ain't even got their own look
Muthafuckas trynna act like they gangstas
Ya niggas better do the knowledge man
Fuckin' lost muthafuckas
Yeah, get the knowledge, get the knowledge
The project prophet, show ya niggas the other shit
Take the muthafuckin doo-rags off
Ya ain't thugs, you get locked up
Ya niggas be tellin' on them, who do ya love
And them shorties ya got, ya bout to get that up
G.G.O's is in this bitch, G.G.O.'s is in this bitch
They leavin' wit us, and don't hate, what
The lyrics of Hell Razah's R.A.Z.A.H are boastful and aggressive, with a lot of classic hip-hop bravado. The intro sets the tone with a command to bounce to the beat, and a call for women to shake their breasts, indicating that this song is meant for the club. The hook is simply the repetition of Razah's name in a menacing tone, emphasizing his presence and identity.
The first verse reveals Hell Razah's love for women and his skill at seducing them, likening himself to a slippery floor that they can't resist slipping on. He also brags about his toughness and willingness to fight, using violence as a means to solve problems. He references turning spoons into weapons while locked up, indicating his resourcefulness and adaptability. The second half of the verse switches back to his love for women, and his affinity for luxury goods like champagne and expensive clothes. He references his success in the industry, causing A&R reps to lose their jobs when they hear his music. The chorus repeats the idea that no one can mess with Hell Razah, and the outro continues the theme of warning other rappers to stay out of his way, and the importance of staying true to oneself instead of copying others.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, bounce to this
Let's get into the groove and have some fun
Shake ya titties, mom, yeah
I want the ladies to dance and have a good time
Come on, one love, for the shorties
Let's unite and show love for the young generation
Outta Browns, son, nigga right now
I'm from Brownsville, Brooklyn and I'm representing my hood
Chicks, go get me a drink
I want one of the ladies to get me a drink
Eyein' a nigga right now
I see someone who is looking at me
Let's go over there, who pop on that side?
Let's go check out what's happening on the other side
Razah, Zah, Zah, Zah
Ra, Zah, Zah
This is the hook of the song, where I repeat my name and make it sound catchy
She like rocks like The Flintstones
She likes drugs, or maybe diamonds that look like rocks, like on The Flintstones cartoon
Hit chicks in all skin tones
I like girls of all races and skin tones
Young chicks can't wait to get bonned
Young girls are eager to have sex with me
I'm like the floor you get slip on
I'm smooth and slick like a floor that makes you slip
I love my dunns when they clips long
I love my friends when they have long guns (clips refers to gun magazines)
Max Julian, son, that ain't gangsta
Max Julian (an actor) is not a gangsta, even though he plays one in movies
We smack niggas outta anger, shit
We get violent and hit people when we're angry
Get locked up, turn spoons into bangers
When we're in jail, we turn spoons into improvised weapons (bangers)
What, hit the chick, got her givin' me money
I had sex with a girl and now she's giving me money
Rubbin' in my cuffshots, all over her tummy
She's rubbing my semen on her stomach
She like Iceberg, the champagne
She likes high-end luxury brands like Iceberg and champagne
We outta raise a Razah campaign
Let's start a movement with my name and brand
She don't get a damn thing
She won't get any of my money or gifts
Not a cow, who here, dollars bill and shit
I'm not giving anyone anything, no matter what
Still lay up in the lab eatin' mills and shit
I spend my time in the studio making music and eating cheap food
Got these industry niggas talkin' deals and chips
I have bigwigs in the music industry interested in working with me and making money
A&R's losin' jobs when they hear my shit
When record labels hear my music, they fire their A&R (Artist & Repertoire) staff, who are responsible for discovering talent
I roll my weed up and whips don't spill the shit
I'm good at rolling joints and driving without spilling weed
The same way we came in ships, we leave in ships
We, black people, were brought to America as slaves on ships, and we will leave this world on ships (i.e. coffins)
My niggas got g's to get, and squeeze the clips
My crew has to make some serious money, and be ready to shoot when necessary
Ain't no hustlin' for petty crumbs, weed and kicks
We're not settling for small-time drug deals, we're going for the big money
Yeah, who that nigga they ain't fuckin' wit
Who's the best rapper that nobody can mess with?
Spit wisdom deep shit, rock fly shit
I rap about philosophy and spirituality, as well as fashion and style
Only fuck wit real niggas on the field, nigga
I only associate with authentic and trustworthy people in the music industry
Hell Razah, Child of Israel, niggas can't fuck with him
I'm a respected artist and spiritual leader, and nobody can compete with me
They better duck from him, don't fuck with him
If anyone tries to mess with me, they'll regret it
I'm Max Julian, the millionaire mind inside a hooligan
I'm a smart and wealthy person who also has a tough and rebellious attitude
The wise one out the foolish men
I'm the one who has knowledge and intelligence in a sea of ignorant people
And trust go the god, when you really find out whose ya friends
When you're in trouble or need help, you'll find out who your real friends are, and you can trust in God too
I stay droppin' jewels and gems, and coops and timbs
I'm always sharing wise advice and valuable items, like sneakers
A marksmen sharpshooter when I use the pen
I'm highly skilled at writing powerful and precise lyrics
Sittin' on twenty inch rims, cadillac in
I'm riding in a fancy car with expensive rims
New York if you like it or not, it's what's crackin'
I'm representing New York, whether you approve or not
Shorties on the Greyhound bus, is what's crackin'
Young people are travelling on Greyhound buses around the country, that's what's happening
Hoes only made for those who stay mackin'
Women who sell sex are only interested in men who have money and power
Clubs only made for those who stay stackin'
Nightclubs are only enjoyable for people who have enough money to buy expensive drinks and tables
Got everything from Phat Farm to Brickface jackets
I have a variety of clothes, from the hip-hop brand Phat Farm to rugged jackets
My forty-four eleven take you ace step stackin'
My gun, a .44 caliber, will kill you instantly and make your body fall in an unnatural position
Never come to BK, chained and ring flashin'
Don't ever come to my neighborhood (Brooklyn's Brownsville) showing off expensive jewelry
Niggas will take ya shit is what's crackin'
People in the hood will rob you and steal your belongings
High off the hydro-weed and thug passion
I'm smoking strong marijuana and feeling a lot of emotions
Chicks swallow ecstasy but love action
Women take ecstasy pills and enjoy sexual activities
When Razah get signed, that's it, it's closed caskets
When I sign a record deal, it's over for my competition, they're basically dead
Ya little bastards
I'm insulting my detractors and enemies
Take that, muthafuckin', fake ass
I'm dissing fake and phony people
Soundin' like other niggas ass niggas
These people are copying other rappers and don't have their own style
Muthafuckas ain't even got their own look
These people don't have their own original image or identity
Muthafuckas trynna act like they gangstas
These people are pretending to be tough and criminal, but they're not
Ya niggas better do the knowledge man
You guys need to become informed and educated on the truth about life and the world
Fuckin' lost muthafuckas
These people are confused and misguided
Yeah, get the knowledge, get the knowledge
I'm encouraging people to seek wisdom and education
The project prophet, show ya niggas the other shit
I'm a messenger of God and share teachings that are beyond the material world
Take the muthafuckin doo-rags off
Stop wearing headbands and caps that conceal your hair
Ya ain't thugs, you get locked up
You're not real gangstas, you just end up getting arrested
Ya niggas be tellin' on them, who do ya love
You snitch on your friends and betray them, who do you really care about?
And them shorties ya got, ya bout to get that up
And the girls you're with, you're about to lose them too
G.G.O's is in this bitch, G.G.O.'s is in this bitch
My rap group, Ghetto Government Officials, is present and active
They leavin' wit us, and don't hate, what
These girls are going home with us, and don't be jealous
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Tony Caesar
This beat is amazing
spearPYN
Razah, get well... My prayers go to you and your wife...peace Prem you know you got our 100% support.... 1 Mooks fam Wu-Tang SINY
Ion Condiescu
This shit makes me wanna cry like a bitch...I admit. Damn it is so deep. Peace to these two street poets.
Uforyah for Life Foundation & Express Trust Co.🙏
Wow. As someone said on here, this touches the soul, and reminds me of my family coming up in the PJ's. Especially Grandma(R.I.P.), who was always trying to keep the projects clean. That entire Wu movement could easily be considered Hip-Hop's greatest contribution. It really hurts when people leave, and never ever look back, that come from these environments. We need to get back on the correct calendar, because even our sense of time has been hijacked. Time moves much too fast, and I really miss being around strictly my own, even if it wasn't "owned" solely by us. Things were mostly peace until outside forces came through to cause trouble. A damn shame how people can be easily hypnotized into following the wrong griots. Real Hip-Hop forever......
spearPYN
Uforyah nicely put words... everything has changed, hiphop has been dead for a while now...
Uforyah for Life Foundation & Express Trust Co.🙏
Facts, and much appreciated!
ohbolino
Uforyah . I agree highly. I truly miss hip hop like this. Never knew razah and them felt that way about shit and I love that they expressed it and educated us on it. This particular track and the production and how the video was shot made me feel like I was right there with them. Giving back is what's important and I believe if things were spread evenly razah and shabazz would've gave back ten fold
Uforyah for Life Foundation & Express Trust Co.🙏
Real facts, Ohbolino! One of my favorites right here, and no worries, as the MH always has a greater plan in place. Real peace, brethren.
spearPYN
yeah it still really hurts me what happened to Razah...he was in my top 5 mc's in the 90s...
AL'god"WIN
Wow this song was like finding an ancient artifact.. This rap game ain't what it seems