Supreme - Hot Line (Psychic Hotlines) lyrics

Yo what's up man Yo just maintainin Just chillin Goin through the same sh**, that's all Yo I got, I found this paper, knawhatimsayin? Talkin about that alluminati stuff, some new world order Some psychic hotlines or Let's give her the call see what's up (numbers dialed) (ring) [Chorus: Hell Razah] Hello, my psychic hotline Dial 1-900 Free-Ya-Mind, Da Last Future, call us up if ya blind We don't need a phone to communicate with minds It's Hell Razah, hello my psychic hotline YO we got some callers, son Let's pick up the first caller, the first caller Hello, my psychic hotline We got the first caller [Hell Razah] Hello pranksters, too many gangsters in hip hop Without knowledge, it's like a pyramid built that ain't solid Ya a** will get blown away demolished You better study more j**els than college, I promise Who dare double dare to true scare those with peace street consequence To eat, rather West Coast than Middle East You be marked by the beast That decrease that black race that increase Too much ocean, it get deep For dreamers that's asleep Blessed be the meak, I be the strong first to weak The wolf vs. the sheep, to fight and like cowboys and indians Cops and criminals, American citizens vs. aliens I dug up more lies than libariens Here I be Sha the King of the Israelians Use your little two ears to hear me in In the meanwhile, Razah reptiles, get exou, who try to bite us With their poisonous, Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars Always be the noisest Now you got riot squad, surrounded the house of God Pullin out their shotties, Illuminati agents Tryin to devine and conquer, ya heavenly body I study my roots while ya party And get drunk off of Bacardi And rentin Ferrari's, a hell safari North America wilderness, Zoo York where animals stalk And work for the devil without a pitch fork Sellin pork of all sort, trying to k** off our righteous thoughts Now the wicked is fallin, hold on somebody else is calling Somebody is calling Chorus "Yo I got things messin with my mind man" [Hell Razah] Psychic Hotline, the next caller, call from the south of the border Needed information on the new world order "I got a daughter and a son and gun Which way should I go, Heaven is too high" Hell is too low, hello, I come forth in White Rose for Black Justice The untrusted, they get convicted, I predicted Ever since I was affected from the house of the wicked Razah mental dead, swingin my double edge swords takin heads I'm givin vampires garlic bread Mattresses for they d**h bed I see three sixes inside ya forhead With the same aim as a infa red And slaves hang off they last thread Before the spread of bloodshed It goes that be spoon fed, treasures of the wicked Prophet, nothin of the gifted Im from the city where the streets are gold The young and the old, all thrones Made the presses gems and stones All rise, let me exercise The adrenaline for the millenium, devils they be k** 'em I'm healin them Give them my competitors, face of the Syrians Draggin opponents through oblivion Taught by the teacher of experience You and your seed need to be camouflage like fatigue Cuz degree and thieves be makin judgements on stolen land The Children Of Izrael, expand in the village of the damn I meditate on Mount Fuji inside Japan Never let ya left know about ya right hand Understand don't bite it, I write it With thoughts of psychic, with hotlines Interlude: Let me use, let me ask a question How long uses were on the phone damn (more arguing) I got some questions that want to be answers I wanna know about the ebonics Ebonics? I can tell you about the sh** Ebony? What that ebonics stand for Devils wanna know Bout to go outside Chorus