(Intro) Razah

Renaissance Child

But I gotta make a public announcement

Kno'I'm'saying, this hip-hop shit need a change

Kno'I'm'saying, word up, it's the Renaissance Age

My pen is a lethal weapon right now

My mind is dead on

[Hell Razah]

Yeah, understand my pain

We only use a few percent of our brain

The other half is paying rent and what the pen is to claim

Your tax free street money is the name of the game

But who to trust when the snake is the head of the game

Gotcha mind manipulated not thinking is strange

Let you spend your own money and you bring the change

It's the art of seduction, a form of self-destruction

That got my people where they cannot function

Fifteen dropping out for careers of hustling

I'm just speaking from the heart

I don't need you to punch in

No adlibs or hype-man, I'm not like them

Get a deal, a few interviews, than write like him

Got us feeling if you're dark you should be light-skinned

Get a perm and talk proper just to win you an Oscar

And have cats who be skateboarders thinking they're rastas

I get offended when I see what they did to Jimi Hendrix

We invented hip-hop wit a sentence, now it's a gimmick

Big billion dollar business of talks of seven digits

(Hook) Razah

You're are all welcome to the Renaissance Ages

You're are all welcome to the Renaissance Ages

[Hell Razah]

Each bar is Unforgettable like Nat King Cole

In the Benz I lean low while blowing that green dro

In these sheep and wool clothes, my flow redeem slow

So I deal witcha niggas wit a ten feet pole

Ga'head front like you ain't get it from me

Just remember I'm street

So when you spit it don't forget my receipt

I tax write-off whateva you bite off

All work no play; make a nigga take a permanent night off

Get my rest on the Sabbath Day

Then start fresh on a Saturday

Wit holy more ratchets to spray

Enough clips in the ashtray to roll you an L

Coke sales couldn't stop us so they opened up jails

Black males have role models but most of them failed

Instead they gave us crack-heads, dealers and FEDS

Some bled over the words that was written in lead

Now they eating outta of our hands like pigeons for bread

(Hook) Razah

You're are all welcome to the Renaissance Ages

You're are all welcome; come one, come all

[Hell Razah]

I'm international, bicoastal, global like T-Mobile

I'ma traveling man so I don't think local

Niggas saying it's hot before I lay vocals

No "Yes Men" in my circle, one of us will murk you

It's Martial Law in the hood; they got us all in curfew

Riker's Island got riots, send us some more turtles

I'm universal, no satellites, I move verbal

The living word was written for me to be eternal

I had episodes hoes wrote it in their own journals

Private diaries saying how they'll ride for me man

Been on some business shit way before Monopoly

It's Deuteronomy days, so watch prophecy

(Hook) Razah

You're are all welcome to the Renaissance Ages

You're are all welcome to the Renaissance Ages