k**ah Priest - Nuttin' New lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah] Maccabee Military, machine gun Stand up... wave ya AK's with ya face bandage [Chorus 2X: Hell Razah] No M.C.'s original, it's nothing new f**ing with Sun Many'll call, but a few will come This be the revolution, choose a gun You either run with us, or choose to run This be the Maccabee machine gun [Hell Razah] We was raised offa Marvin Gaye, now look at us now We King Tuts of the modern day Got hands like Langston Hughes, drop j**els Like Curtis Mayfield, make gangsta blues Black Jew rap, Sammy Davis, write a script Like Spike Lee, to take back our forty acres Aiyo the hood is my resident, God is my President I still hear pops playing Duke Ellington In the project to keep felons in, more veterans War veterans, coming home, more h**n More guns in the minors hand They wanna f** up my future plans, man [Chorus] [k**ah Priest] My revolutionary fears hell, son of Israel Outlaw, cuz I'm known to skip bail, Maccabee watch our sh** sale My nine spit shells, out like waves to beaches It is real as the braveheart fatal creatures I light candles and I say thesis Raised by G's, born in the 40's Told me stories, none are happy End as they all, ending gory Told me that the same government is coming for me So what I do? Go back to apartment, 4D Went in my closet, grabbed the burner with the rocket They want me, they gotta take my whole projects f** ya'll, I'm in the back getting foot ma**ages We the realest, you all marages Maccabee, Black Israelites, liberal life Nights in prison, fight the system, m**ms, Jews and Christian The hoodlum serving food in kitchens Polishing, just try'nna full the listens Listen up, project hallways, since the 4th grade Since I smashed more brains, my nephew he had always Back in the days, the track leap from the grave To the stage, we Maccabeez, gats and trees Yeah, gats and trees, we Maccabeez Relax and breathe, we actually The master is me, yo, faculty Black fatigues, we clap at you P U-S-S-I-Es, f** ya'll, yeah, we Maccabeez muthaf**a