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Runaway Sambo (Explicit) - Hell Razah
Run man hurry up hurry up
They coming they coming man
Keep going keep going
Move move move move hurry up
Move move don't stop don't stop
Hurry up man move move move move
They gon' kill us hurry up uh
18 to 28
They got a bounty on my head
And a tag for your toe
I'm here to sing a song til they let my people go
Real about turn about my chrome forty four
Everytime I pull it out it's f**k Jim Crow
It's like Moses and Pharaoh now it's the Big Apple
I'm just a runaway slave these devils can't tackle
We slippin' out of handcuffs
And breaking out of shackles
I'm Nat Turner in the mind of a time capsule
We not no Buckwheats or Little Rascals
Or Diff'rent Strokes
Or whatever have you watch your mouth
A lil' fame a record deal
Don't make your freedom
If man don't live by bread alone
How we gonna feed him
So I choose to bring the
Truth about the seed of Edem
But they swift with cunning words
And they still deceive 'em
Your best rapper swinging 'yes
Master' when they beat 'em
Chris Columbus came with a fungus
Recognize ya'll in strength in numbers
They went from cowboys to bounty hounters
The FBI's hopping out of Hummers
Taking your kids and your grandmothers
Your niece and nephews and your baby brothers
Abraham Lincoln's and ni**a lovers
No matter how you see it
They try'nna tell me I can't blow
Cause I ain't tapdancing like Sambo
My pants low from that Black Market commando
I stand poor righteneous truth and straight facts
Whoever ain't runaway slaves'll get snatched
Keep going keep going
While it's wars in Lebanon
I write it like King David in psalms
See I was born to the horns of Sara Von
It's Ariel Sharon the suicide bomb
Nat Turner nightmares and chasing Uncle Toms
El Raziel codename be Metatron
I got 'em open like d**e veins from methadon
Without a right to bare arms
I'm mentally the don
You can't f**k with the God
He's seven bars beyond
They love to hate it
And translate it and read it wrong
My definition is non-fiction I rhyme different
Than your every day rap gimmick design image
You invented a clone a DNA digit digit digit
They try'nna tell me I can't blow
Cuz I ain't tapdancing like Sambo
My pants low from that Black Market commando
I stand poor righteneous truth and straight facts
Whoever ain't runaway slaves'll get snatched
Boo Hurry up hurry up man
Hurry up man
They got a bounty on my head
And a tag for your toe
I'm here to sing a song
Til they let my people go
Real about turn about
My chrome forty four
Everytime I pull it out it's f**k Jim Crow
We gotta make it out of here man
Who are me when are we gonna stop it
And on that night
We gotta stop somewhere man
Seven men escaped
Nowhere to be traced nowhere to be found
Go north go north they gon' hear us
They took the shackles off they hands
They took the chains off they feet
And they ran
And they escaped the wilderness