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letra de the furnace - the gumz (producer)

(intro) razah
yeah, there comes a day and a time man
when we gon’ take back what’s ours (yeah)
yo chop his head off man and give it back to him, man

[gumz]
yo, yo, ghost is a pharaoh, ferocious
shoot a broken arrow inside your bone marrow
over phone tarot readings, mothaf-cka i’ma be in the light
you ain’t seeing what i bring to the mic?
got a fresh set of sk!lls, k!lls like a m-ss murderer
you ain’t heard of me? about to be hurting ya
my rhymes are on another level
take the elevator to the top floor, boost sp-ce down tremble
never settle, everything i spit is hot burning
cats call my studio the furnace
sh-t is real, mothaf-ckas trying to get a deal
spitting pop sh-t, where’s the hip-hop sh-t?
i miss that, when cats use to spit f-cking three minute verse
and it wasn’t for a purse
you’re f-cking with the wrong dude
take this sh-t too serious, i hear the radio, i’m in a bad mood
i’ma live it, word’s vivid, so committed to this rap sh-t
i’m about to be committed

(chorus) gumz
we set it off in the furnace
don’t know the name, better learn it
you want respect in this game?, you gotta earn it
ghost stay f-cking with the g.g.o
razah on the track, and you’re about to see me blow
we set it off in the furnace
don’t know the name, better learn it
you want respect in this game?, you gotta earn it
ghost stay f-cking with the g.g.o
razah on the track, and you’re about to witness the show

[h-ll razah]
renaissance child, (yeah), razah rubiez

put on your banksta mode and fall back
watch me get into my zone
i ain’t popped off yet and already been cloned
young christ when i write n-ggas picking up stones
and new york be the modern day rome
sit in my throne, young king david
i’m most hated but i still made it
and you’re a flock that’ve been overrated
i ain’t plugged into no matrix
i smoke weed with the smile of faces
it’s either heaven or we h-ll raz[ing]
holding hostages and gun waving
tell bush no negotiating
’cause they still owe repercussions
i’m underground where there’s train stations
for my brain there will be no placements
only god know what i’m thinking
another dollar every hour that your eye blinking
free the slaves, black abe lincoln
only thing is that my pants hanging
and be with k!llers that be gang-banging
black angels with form faces
24 elders above the h-ll shelters of satan

(chorus) x2

[h-ll razah]
yeah, maccabeez, it’s going to be a m-ssive body count
(sunz of man, ghost, yeah)
we stomp you n-ggas

- the gumz producer

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