Sunz of Man Filmography

• Hip Hop Uncensored Vol. 5: The Greatest Shows on Earth 2003, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen

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  People Changeshow lyrics

  People Change

  "I don't, I don't, I don't mind"
  [Madam D]
  I don't, I don't, I don't, I don', I don't mind
  [60 Second Assassin]
  I don't fuck with bitches, hos or scavs
  I don't fuck with drugs, puff the 'erb, and I'm baaaaad
  The game we play, I'm playin' for keeps
  Cuz the only thing that comes is sleep, and a dream
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  A young thorough-bred escape from jail
  Plans to get money instead
  Paid my dues, used my head
  Lose the feds, it be these streets that made me bled
  Wise enough 'til the game remain
  rhymes the same, many dead for the love of fame
  drugs in veins, and loyal
  Heart of a king help me maintain
  Sustain, gain credit
  Build like a city of ants
  Stay pretty with the four nick-ey
  Move swiftly through the black jungle
  muscle, every-day hustle
  Cherish the wisdom of my team, knowledge avoid trouble
  And lord knows y'all, I paid the price
  Sacrifice, gave advice, saved my life, I think it's twice
  Move precise, remember momma cryin' the blues
  Pop hustlin', we needed food, clothes, shoes, old news
  Became extravagant to the ear
  The same slang of the thang crystal-clear
  You know why?
  [Hook: Madam D]
  People change, money exchange
  It's not a game
  Players in vain
  Riches and fame
  People change
  [Hell Razah]
  We grew up around coke-pushers
  Dope fiends, lies and hookers
  Locked in a jail where the cops put us
  My grand-pops was a South-cooker
  Turkey wings, cauli' greens
  corn-bread, macaroni and cheese
  On the corner dice games over liquor and weed
  Thieves wait for you to win
  so they can stick you and leave
  Blue-bird got tricks in his sleeve
  City under siege
  Shots get fired first, then they'll yell "Freeze!"
  In apartment 2G, my moms was a father to me
  Watchin' Good Times on the black and white TV
  Five of us comin' up, I was probably three
  Prophecies, jail or death was a promise to me
  Mama said "don't be lazy son, ain't nothing for free
  Money coming nowadays, it don't grow on a tree"
  [Hook]
  [MC Eiht]
  O.G.s taught me the game in hard times
  Late-night on the block, with nickles and dimes
  Travel in your own circle of friends
  and try to stack more paper before you start to spend
  The life I seen, the hood is so mean
  Like a real bad dream tryin' to pick up CREAM
  Mama cryin' at night, but in the day she smiles
  While her son in the streets tryin' to avoid the trials
  Miles away, tryin' to bring paper home
  Thinkin' maybe it could change one day
  This Sun of a Man and Man I had a Sun
  So we can walk high without biting his tongue, g-yeah
  [Outro: 60 Second Assassin {Madam D harmonising} (Madam D)]
  This is 60 Sec' Assassin, a.k.a Black Satin
  Came up when times was hard
  Where whoever made it in the hood, we'd take it
  we would rob 'em tinted and go to his man
  while tellin' him his man ain't shit
  The weed game was in a smash
  while we snort everything a brother had
  Soon learned to make somethin' outta nothin'
  I don't fuck with bitches, ho's or skags
  I mean we had shit locked, within 20 different blocks
  Not jus' talkin' 'bout silver plates
  With no more to say, without feelin' the rest of my trade
  it was my knowledge of myself that made me sane
  I bet anyone who could show, kill or rob would take what was his
  I came up hard

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  Bloody Choicesshow lyrics

  Bloody Choices

  [Intro: Hell Razah]
  Sunz of... Sunz of... Sunz of Man
  Sunz of... Sunz of... Sunz of Man
  It comes down in the last days to makin Bloody Choices
  Word up, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yea
  Killah Priest
  [Chorus: Hell Razah]]
  What you gonna do with God inside you?
  Where you goin to when Hell's around you?
  Heaven is the place, we on our route to
  Destroy you right now, we about to
  The sin is to the devil that divides you
  Knowledge of self will civilize you
  Civilize you and you and you
  [Hell Razah]
  Yo, yo, yo
  [Chorus: lines 1-4 only]
  [Hell Razah]
  Yo, in this universal tournament, I warnin it
  If my knowledge, you not absorbin it
  After I thought of it, my brain recorded it
  Then I track slaughtered it, went on tour with it
  Longer than life or death, stalkin it (stalkin it)
  As I inject this in your ear drums, here comes tons of intelligence
  Fatter than elephants, I lock a mental slave instead of level my Dead
  Presidents
  Why should I kill fool who tried to kill me?
  Walk thru this industry with a bond to my chest for victory
  History heals me, shields me, force fields me
  With the truth, goin out like a troop
  At war and able with my gun ready to shoot
  Righteous bullets keep the minds wicked-proof
  Any day you be a target aimed off my roof
  What? What? What?
  [Chorus]
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Yo, yo, in these revolutions, they never end
  Do mental and physical calystetics
  Sharpen my tactics, live Allah's Mathematics
  Movin in the sun's shadow, devistation, agrivation
  Stalks my nation, death of temptation, Saten's allegations
  The fire in us will charge for the wicked to burn
  Only concerned, levitate, elevate the black germ
  Thru the process effect your domes with my vocal tones
  Those who is stoned, elevatin gases thru the microphones
  Roll with the stroll, rebelious, to weak knowledge
  I seek the sheeps, will only bring forth the Killah Priest
  Fatter geristics, automatic, clear as plastic
  Tragic, drastic, killin all psychopathics
  On my journey from the house of steel
  Where Gods reveal the silk, devils distill and kneal
  Witness the blood spill
  [Hell Razah]
  Life tell lies, death in our face
  Every other day we killin off our own race
  Rather drugs, guns, somethin common known
  This is the place that we all call home
  Life tell lies, death in our face
  Every other day we killin off our own race
  Rather drugs, guns, somethin common known
  This is the place that we all call home
  [Outro: Hell Razah, (Prodigal Sunn)]
  Yea, yea, Sunz of Man, Wu-Tang Clan
  (Represent for the whole New York City)
  Word up (West Coast, South Coast, North Coast)
  (Word up, all across the globe) 60 Sec.
  (Universal) Hell Razah (Prodigal Sunn) Yea, yea
  Killah Priest (That's how we do it)
  4th Disciple come down on the tracks ('96)
  (The trackmaster, 4th Disciple) Wu-Tang
  Killarmy (4th Disciple) Yea, yea
  Royal Fam (Population) What? What?
  Begga Clan What? What? (Yo, Sunz of Man, baby)
  What you gonna do with God inside you?
  What you gonna do with God inside you?
  What you gonna do with God inside you?

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  Rule Hip Hopshow lyrics

  Rule Hip Hop

  [Intro]
  You Rule Hip Hop
  I'm scientific in admiral hip hop
  The Mad Mob, yeah we Rule Hip Hop
  So let me grab the microphone and lick a shot
  [Shabazz the Disciple]
  Here I go wit the ill flow, the Red Hook kill flow
  Whoever drive a flip, catch a steel toe
  I put your paws in your stomach
  Man, ya niggas, ya don't even want it
  Niggas they roll in masses, I got slugs for they asses
  Quick to smash nerves wit glasses
  I blast his ass in ashes
  Yeah, I'm givin niggas a buck 50
  Across they face, they can't fuck wit me
  So wake up, wake up, ya niggas ya get draped up
  I'm swearin all the hookers wit the makeup
  Yeah that's right I'm on some flip shit
  Bitches run they lip and get they clit slit
  They man wanna rip, see my four-fifth
  Cuz me and 'Preme, ain't nuthin to be fucked wit
  [Chorus x2]
  'Preme, 'Preme, you Rule Hip Hop
  I'm scientific in admiral hip hop
  [Shabazz the Disciple]
  Fe, a fi, a fo, a fum
  I hear the sounds poundin down upon a drum
  Make up for lick a shot, upon the mic like a gun
  Here I come, here I come, buck buck, here I come
  My charter flows, to here I go wit the phat style
  My times'll be wack now, the M.A.D. black child
  Kick facts, rip raps, flip tracks
  Don't give a damn about fling fling, punks get pimp slap
  Murder, paralyze, snakes who analyze
  Skills, techniques, use when I wreck beats
  Bring all ya mics and guns and you still get dropped
  Stripped of hip hop, cuz you can't rip shop
  Miller lyrics spill upon the track like blood
  Put a whole in ya head, cause a flood
  [Chorus x2: one 'Preme first time]
  [Shabazz the Disciple]
  Boom, there's a liver, bam there's a brain
  I'm insane, I'm makin niggas feel the pain
  Baaow, I have 'em screamin like a bitch
  Boyakah! Boyakah! I blast 'em like a snitch
  Shank, shank, chop, chop, till his heart stop
  And watch his body drop, and watch his head drop
  I'll have him runnin, he's runnin, he's runnin
  Boyakah! Boyakah! My gun is steady gunnin
  I'm wipin niggas off the face of Earth
  It was a waste of birth, they gettin placed in the dirt
  I'm runnin like I'm Strangler
  Back up muthafucka before I hang ya, I'm danger
  Nigga, ya ass is mine, when I blast a nine
  Ease up, cuz ya brain ain't as fast a mine
  I feel murder, I smell blood
  I taste terror, you erased like a error
  But a lotta, they fled, those who got caught
  Got they skulls get pulled out they fuckin head
  [Chorus x2]
  [Outro]

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  Coldshow lyrics

  Cold

  Chorus: bizmarkie *sampled* 3x
  I walked away and I lived too cold
  Intro: hell razah
  This goes out.
  This what y'all niggaz all been looking for.
  A litte story for all my brothers.
  You know what I'm saying? sunz of man return.
  We gon' walk on by and keep it moving.
  Just when it got cold.
  Cold sunz we got jewels, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving.
  Check it. moving. word up.
  [hell razah]
  Aiyyo, my thoughts be colorless
  The undercover rich, haters loving it, watch the hell king tut' with it
  Queen's, bathtubbing it, my diamond's cutting it
  Sharp and on point, fuck the tricks of the government
  Money rules the world, watch my people suffering
  Cops busting in, handcuffing men 'til they wrist bleed
  Some read what they don't need, give to seed
  Black, lebanese, rabbis in green fatigues
  Microphone masked mc's, macabees
  Hard head mc's get told and still they freeze
  The truth came in flesh but still you don't believe
  The best thing you know is the spots to find weed
  Get the knowledge dungarees, we still struglling
  Sunz of man, uk keep it bubbling
  We come to clubs, like the ones who bring the trouble in
  What, he sold his soul, life publishing
  (chorus: 2x)
  [hell razah]
  Have to walk on by and keep it moving
  [prodigal sunn]
  I remenise all my dark days whenever I phase and kept a blaze
  Y'all mental slave renegades, wasn't enough to eliminate
  In my lifestyle of hard times and good times
  Stood mine with the wines, became nice with the mind
  Born intelligent, fuck elegant, I represent
  For the ladies and gents, deliquents and presents
  Everyday hungry, gun play on the sunny
  Crews sweeter than honey, stars fuck for all they money
  Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs flood the tummy
  Thugs rapped like mummies, sipping remy's
  The clip empty, feeling shifty, swifty
  Highly intoxicated, simply in fatuated
  Never thought he could be faded
  Up in the hospital, critical, eating pickles
  With no teeth, back on the streets he got beef for little keith and tariff
  A walking death wish, living selfish, I sort of felt this
  The fifth of september, he felt helpless and breathless
  (chorus)
  [hell razah]
  Today, life, shoot out, a dice game, bank loot out
  Jewels out, laying on three hundred dollar sweaters
  Tools out, last day schools out, nine berettas and better
  Carry the eighth or red leather, timberland weather gear
  Hands in the air, this is a stick up, don't play for hiccups
  You won't need a body pick-up, money in the laundry bag
  Hungry comrads get they guns from a-rabs
  With the loot that they had, they rob more victims on the av.
  Today cash, examples of the program
  Lord sun of man, stop killing your own relatives
  Unknown start giving the liquid to the dry bones,
  We all came from the same throne
  Raise the dead with the brain poem, one is aimed home

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  Saviorz Dayshow lyrics

  Saviorz Day

  [Intro: Ghostface Killah (Prodigal Sunzini)]
  (It's beautiful God, love it as peace
  Let's just get out together, man
  In this hard world, I'm just tellin' you
  You gotta fight, man) Got this way?
  (Yeah blood) You gotta move in peace
  (Just peace, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
  It's real, the stress) Peace (Uh-huh)
  [Ghostface Killah]
  More prettier than jewelry, more breathtakin' than a Farrakhan speech
  with a million people waitin'
  I've been saved, fuck my caves, those is just gifts
  Just imagine if we all wit one page
  Think alike, A, B alike, C alike
  The proper knowledge is needed
  Wit' Satan off my back, I'm at peace at night
  No more cops, no more Rodney King's
  No more peekin' out the curtain wit' the rifle by any means
  AIDS don't exist, plus my sex life's terrific
  I get a kick out of life, I bet my bitch on it
  20/20s not enough coverage
  Nightline, big Barbara Walters'
  Specials now appear with more brothers
  See Starks marchin' up to the promised land
  Sunz of Man slid through, made the world understand
  (Promised that's just the way it goes)
  [Hook: Madam D]
  I just can't go on
  Feelin' the way I feel
  I just can't go on
  Fellin' the way I see, ooh
  [Prodigal Sunzini]
  Oh what a beautiful vision it would be to see
  Every man, woman and child flow in harmony
  But it's so hard in these gritty streets of New Yiggy
  And every state infested with cobras, mocassins and rattle snakes
  We hate, battle jakes, escape the thirst before the love of freedom
  We travel many beaches and leeches
  Black drums, kingdom comes slum better first day won
  No limitations, no hesitations, we stay sun
  Even though I went through hell strivin' to come out right
  Carryin' heat, survival in these concrete streets
  From the '70s era chrome beretta, story of the hood
  terror always stood these streets better
  True princess, sun I'm tryin' to live my life more better
  Soundin' like the strongest of weathers
  Smooth as feathers, the grand loyal
  All from the blood of royal
  A hard head makes a soft ass
  and never spoilt, feel me? word up
  [Hook]
  [Hell Razah]
  We spend our lives in the ghetto
  enslaved by the plague of the devil
  In the graves, we all settle when we raised by the metal
  Crack vials made us act wild
  Gangsters look where we at now
  Behind prison gates or buried in grounds
  Role models of a child mis-educated, wanna be down
  They gave up fake smiles, along with the pounds
  How much time does a man need to notice you bleed?
  And that the God you don't believe is the reason you breathe?
  Blessed be the poor, playin' their numbers inside the liquor store
  Next door apartment to me, is only coke wars
  Caught four before Allah, we broke all the laws
  I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, when ever we caught
  Jum broads became strippers when they used to be Queens
  A lot of us became sleepwalkers followin' dreams
  Solomon Kings, that's why we like diamonds and rings
  Pussy and CREAM, with vanity is what it could bring
  [Hook x3]
  [Outro: 60 Second Assassin]
  I see your life without the right
  It wouldn't be nothin' without the S.O.M.

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  S.O.M.

  [Hell Razah]
  S.O.M, S.O.M, night-crawler
  We ain't new to this game, we ain't lame
  We don't care bout fame
  jus' relate to them niggas who be takin' ya chain
  A-Train on the range anybody could get it
  Hollow-tips in ya brain any bullet can fit it
  I.V.'s in ya veins in the back of the clinic
  When you hear the Sunz Of Man, we ain't comin' with gimmicks
  Been had bad bitches while we handle our business
  First time we came out, niggas took it religious
  Now we back on the scene while you lookin' suspicious
  like a brother from the hood can't be dealing with riches
  Seven digits in my bank account, holding my pivot
  Twenty-four 'bout to take rap over the limits
  Rollin' up in the whips with our windows tinted
  Get locked, finger-printed, and be out in a minute
  It's all over, quit writing, y'all careers just finished
  It's a rap for these cats sun, pass my Guiness
  [Hook: Hell Razah (Prodical)]
  (S.O.M)
  Who them niggas that the streets love?
  (S.O.M)
  Who them niggas that the ladies love?
  (S.O.M)
  Who y'all can't fuck wit', sun?
  (S.O.M)
  Who them niggas that they really feel?
  (S.O.M)
  Who them niggas that they scared of?
  (S.O.M)
  Who them niggas in them X5s?
  (S.O.M)
  Who them niggas poppin bottles?
  (S.O.M)
  [Prodical]
  We count cash like the lotto, the invincible three
  Fuck sentimental, it's the great Sunn-Zi
  Inspired by the late Gandhi, wire money
  niggas wanna see us fall, that shit is funny
  Rise to the top, do or die 'til I drop
  Twist lines greenity, brock, lines of chalk
  2 On Da Road, S.O.M we blaze hot
  Wu-Tang Clan we expand never rot
  Nationwide, picture on the TV guide
  Show-time live, CD stings like beehive
  Love fat asses, tits with big thighs
  stay high, this play-er, ready for war
  Heavy machines, 6 series never leary
  Travel to the game, I stand like Mount Eerie
  Punch in ya face left ya eye teary
  Fuck thugs and the jewelry
  I'm the judge and the jury
  [Hook]
  [Hell Razah]
  It started off as a dream
  Now happiness is all it could bring
  Comin' through hard times
  Now we into stacking our CREAMs
  Same niggas wanna roll used to laugh at our team
  and I don't trust this rap shit
  We keep a gat in our jeans
  When you sleep niggas creep, seen it happen to Kings
  Crack fiends livin' longer than my niggas who sling
  This ain't a magazine shorty, I live without greed
  I need a seven digit bank account, to take care of my seed
  Drop a jewel 'bout reality, twistin' my weave
  Seen families depart 'cause of envy and greed
  Now we celebrate, love and hate made us elevate
  Invest our money in the real estate, pop bottles by the case
  Grab a model by the waist, put a smile upon her face
  Ain't no doubt what we do sun, I gotta lot of faith
  Now it's time for a lot of cake
  We 'bout to eat, nahimsayin?
  [Hook x3]
  [Outro: Hell Razah (Prodical) *overlapping hook*]
  S.O.M. motherfuckers, official
  That's stamped on ya motherfuckin' forehead
  Understand? It's time for the desert range
  And watch who you about to see us put on this game
  It's about to be on and poppin'
  Sunz of Man is back in this motherfuckin' house
  Who the fuck fuckin' wit' us?
  Motherfuckin' 2 On Da Road, Ghetto Government
  Motherfucker, what? We 'bout to show y'all
  20-02 ain't no motherfuckin' joke
  Your microchip'll get motherfuckin' rejected

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  Strange Eyes

  [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin]
  Strange eyes keep on watching me
  I see those strange eyes keep on watching me
  Strange eyes keep on watching me
  I see those strange eyes keep on watching me
  [Blue Raspberry]
  (Strange eyes...)
  If things don't go we can work it out
  When problems occur we can talk it out
  Niggas all round up for another fight
  They round up tight trying to get that money right
  I'll be happy when I see the stress is gone
  But the devils won't let 'em learn right from wrong
  When I wake up, get up and get it straight
  If I don't do it now, it might be too late
  [Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
  [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin]
  [12 O'Clock]
  You right, see?
  What's up, nigga? Let's go steal a coup
  and practice kung fu on the roof next to the pigeon coup
  and keep the stack like the big boy Cadillac
  Fourty eight tracks, got my voice on the DAT
  Samurai style for them niggas actin wild
  and them jealous motherfuckers throwing boo's in my crowd
  Steve Rifkin feel 'em proud, Wu made it loud
  Now them nine can't relax, Killarm' throw swords on tracks
  Unite my Kingdom, Family Royal
  When Brooklyn Zu saw you, it's a Sunz of Man jam
  Allah, be the black man, '97 banned
  Prob'ly million fans, niggas own this land
  [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin & Blue Raspberry]
  [60 Second Assassin, (Blue Raspberry)]
  My niggas if you're uptight, time to get this money right
  (My niggas if you're uptight, time to get this money right)
  We run the million dollar scams with this bird in our hands
  (We run the million dollar scams with the bird in our hands)
  Grab save your sword from self and I swings my for delf
  (Grab your sword from self and I swings my for delf)
  Grab save your sword from self and I swings my for delf
  (Grab your sword from self and I swing my for delf)
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Yo, I'm never lonely in the battlefield
  The apple they kill, official blood spill
  From Bed-Stuy, East New York, the face of Brownsville
  This sound is real, I astound, reveal
  I peal a 7 mil', addicted to dope, coke and crills
  On the street corner, they sleep on us, we keep burners
  See them lame guys with strange eyes? It don't concern us
  Bloods and Crips, automatic slugs to whip
  We quit the drug shit, now we on some music and shit
  Living this ghetto dream, settle mellow out with CREAM
  My thousand man team, samurai king, keeping our thoughts clean
  Keeping our thoughts clean, turn off your high beams

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  Lulla Bye

  [Chorus: Hell Razah]
  I stalk in the land where the world's gonna end
  Life is a game that the blacks never win
  You can't look back, when the devils on attack
  Or be the next victim inside this deathtrap
  [Hell Razah]
  When I stalk, I take a deep breath of death
  In the atmosphere, then I prepare to meet my enemy
  I leave ya lost inside a mental maze
  Like bad memory plus a overdose of amnesia
  Equals brain seisures
  With no warning, too prejudice
  Critics who don't pee wee judgin us had gimmicks
  Why die think they rappers
  Cuz they study the dictionaries
  Is life is a cycle from ya birthday to the cemeteries?
  My third eye, describe the fantasy world alive
  I eat food for thought, on Thanksgiving
  Instead of celebrating, the killin of the Indians
  My brain potential turn me into a mental maniac
  You think ya zaniac, when I'm outsane
  Creating more mysterious, curious shit than a Dr. Strange
  Had a full capacity fillin ya open dome like a cavity
  Too many tragedies, caused by demons that lack on strategy
  My intellectual concepts is logic, ya disect, blood spill, white spill
  Study it for my test, a life of death escapes
  Burn like the equator to eliminate ya face
  The doors of hell is closin by minute we deathtrapped in it
  I'm searchin for the beginning, but the end, they let me win it
  I'm alergic to murder futures, in the price time the evidence is mine
  Think beyond, right now, I can hear souls of the innocent
  Crying in pain, every year, only we had no real ears
  to hear the fear
  The ritual wounds, I glide, cuz the dark days will raid skies
  And it will rain pain on the insane devils in the sky
  When under pressure, ya can't stand still on ya own flatline
  With ya part time, wack ass rhymes
  [Chorus]
  [Zodiac Killah]
  Here's another lesson, parental discreation is advised
  My rhymes open eyes and lies in my hands
  Who is the man with the power
  brainwash and met don't wanna step in the shower
  The rain, the acid rain from the brainstorm ya get named dame
  Yo its just another strangle goes a bang into a mental
  When I was a young lad, they said I had potential
  I udalized the fight, Deadly Venoms as a weapon
  Sudden death, when destruct, with the lethal ejection
  Danger, don't talk to strangers, I hang ya
  In the torture chamber, brother release the hanger
  The beat, join the ranks of the deceised
  When ya rest in piece or better yet pain
  Cuz my name lock in ya brain just like aroma
  Thoughts swell inside of ya mind like a tumor
  In this rap field you couldn't match me kid
  I begged ya when the seventh sense said I was electric, kid
  That word is bond, I rock from the dusk till dawn
  Thru the day to night, from the dark to the light
  The way that I rock is catastrophic
  It's sick, psychotic, nerves I got it
  Paragraphs, are toxic
  Give you a sign if you don't know the time
  Grab the glock to ya face as I waste ya mind
  [Chorus]
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Our father who art in hell
  Out to make ya suffer, pray to maintain under pressure
  Mentally I'm out of the anger
  All my physical state dwells to hate, my obligation is bleep the fate
  Of the mind of the wicked
  Livin in fantasies, caught up in fantasies, spray ya
  calamities and tragedies
  Be who who hate it, like ?? my recalation
  Against the man who cancels of recooperation
  Mass the game as I torture,
  talk to ya brain on the remains of blood veins above they kanes
  Be my, toss and typo, like a loss of a cycle
  This is a hell, see thru the house above the cypher
  The ghettos and the projects massive within
  In the jungle with sin, the drama never end
  [Chorus]
  [Killah Priest]
  Killah Priest, Iron Sheik from the Middle East
  Raps cause torment lay dorment in the East
  Pick it up slow, say whats sup
  For Da Last Future, Hell Razah
  Holy Psychaitrist, Prodigal Sunn

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  The Old Testament

  [Chorus x2: Hell Razah]
  It ain't no love without hate
  It ain't no peace without war
  Ain't no madness without the sadness
  So, tell me, where's the love, peace and happiness?
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  17 days of confusion, jostled in the wounds of evil
  My lively technicallity wins a race, based on reality
  See, day and night is still a revolutionary war
  Corruption, Franklin Av, bullets war thru your staff
  I'm a side of a nation, risin without frustration
  I'm caged in the belly of the beast, mind's trapped in prison
  A daily penitentiary, witness and tragedy
  Sankes take after the murder rates and heart aches
  Death stalks, bodies collide with the sidewalk
  The young are triffel, true and lovin like a psycho
  Visions of Heaven and Hell seen thru te eyes of 4th Disciple
  [Hell Razah]
  My arrival to this planet, I was entitled to be physically stranded
  Mentally free now, this be the sound, I travel
  Unravel, you babble, my head is the castle
  Mind is the King, swords be the words
  When I swing, attack you, like a guillotine that's trapped you
  Pass thru the Heavenly atmosphere, where I stare
  Those who fear the truth interfere with lies
  Our black nation must rise, worldwide like the 3rd eye
  I be the law breaker, life or death maker, Haven Razah
  Traitor, eliminator, wicked disintegrator, lyrical earth quaker
  Absorb me, shinin light is mandatory
  I've got knowledge of my self, explanatory
  Of course we be the Sunz of Man, deeper than quick sand
  Expand like gases on our masses of our land
  [Chorus x2]
  [Killah Priest]
  As the world turns, I starve and burn, the pure child
  Livin out of now, took a vow, became wise as an owl
  Sent to guide the crowd, so let me go
  and run this never-endin marathon from out babylon
  But in disgrace, I'm movin at a slow pace
  Gazin at the worldly things like a showcase
  A trife names, like a dice game, can't roll an ace
  I stack dice, my first sacrifice was the corrupt life
  Since birth my old Earth erupted twice
  Now she's up nights, while I'm downtown in Crown Heights
  with the clowns that puff pipes, kids scuffed up in fights
  Amongst thieves like Christ, Killah Priest, the black judite
  [60 Sec. Assassin]
  First thought is the shit be whole apocalypse
  Swordsmanship, the gift, unidentified flyin objects
  Foggy like mist and trip 6 mounds in 5 sips
  Radiatin to represent, takin over the world's testaments
  The revolutionist, brainstorm, evolutionist
  You've been comin off the punitive wars
  Time to break laws, break off cubics like rubics
  Then separate thru Chaka Khan movements with strikes of a buddhist
  Snatch this life, I save it, produce it
  Quick swift to lose it, if you don't lose it, you lose it dime
  Difficult bread, inner serpents, superintendants like juddhists
  Behold the 60 Sec. talk, a/k/a the Assassinator
  Hold the vital smoke and that's all
  [Chorus x3]

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  In The Beginning

  Blood clot...
  Yo what I'm about to do
  Is explain how the elements came together
  Formed the Disciples and the Sunz of Man
  [Shabazz The Disciple]
  I was chained, and thrown in the tombs
  With 85 people in a long dark room
  Christ appeared with a robe and a beard
  We had a deep conversation, and then he disappeared
  He told me I was chosen to be one of his Disciples
  I must find a certain man to complete the cycle
  He told me he shall dwell on the house on fire
  So they I dwellin, and they I met Messiah
  The Killah Priest, The Iron Sheik from the Middle East
  My raps cause torment, lay dorment in the beat
  [Outro: Killah Priest]
  So let's now open up the scrolls
  And let's jot down the names of each apostle
  We have the Killah Priest
  Shabazz, the Holy Wizard
  Reality, the Hell Razah
  Ramel, the Prodigal Sunn
  Demonic, Kavalier, the wise one Isalimit
  Dreddy Kruger, Lochness Monster (Skitsafranic)
  Holy Ghost, 60 Second Assassin
  The Wu-tang Clan, Gravediggaz
  Cousin Bumpsta, Jah
  Old Man, don't forget all the Prophet's out there
  Goes on to all the Prophets (Biologic)
  12 Disciples, The Sunz Of Man (Disciples)
  The Sunz Of Man (Disciples) repeated
  The cycle of life
  Going through each chapter
  Goes on
  Mark the scannin
  Big Clint
  Master Wu
  Big Herb

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  House Of Blues

  [Intro: Prodigal Sunn (Madam D)]
  Yo, I speak the truth (Preach it Prodigal!)
  Let it be known
  there's no seekers in the game
  No seekers in life
  [Hook: Prodigal Sunn *Madam D ad-libs*]
  You can't see all the shit we go through
  Paid my dues, my baby boy needs some new shoes
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  A pure example of an unjust world glamorous is, stupid men
  Women simple minds, foolish at times
  but in the hood, we strive to stay alive
  nickle and dime, read through the riddles and signs
  Avoid crime, the best way I can
  It's hard being a black man
  See every hand is against my head, you understand
  I speak from my hungry mouth, gun in my crouch
  Bloody tears, so many faces died through the years
  Question myself "Where do I go from here?"
  Do I take it all, escape from hell, disappear?
  It be the glare of a living legend, I got a son, seven
  Brother Jamal seven, I plan to give him heaven
  I died for his blessings, God, I learned my lesson
  Made the devil burn in my prescence
  I made my daughter speak ebony essence
  From the tree of life, aiyo, we free tonight
  I hope y'all people see the light
  [Hook: Prodigal Sunn *Madam D ad-libs* ]
  You can't see all the shit we go through
  Paid my dues, my baby boy needs some new shoes
  Aiyo, we live from the House of Blues
  We did it live from the House of Blues
  Aiyo, we live from the House of Blues blues blues
  Yo, I got nothing to lose
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Political, critical times, unforgettable minds
  Through the cold nights and rainy dayz, the sun still shines
  Memories of my deceased fam, rest in peace
  But a release from green, flash, remedy for stress relief
  Fresh like a thief in the jungle
  eat amongst the humble, keep the numbers all in them bundles
  I gotta, gotta secure my family
  School my son, my nephew, the man he claim to be
  Modern-day segregation, in these streets we roam
  Heart-breakin', to see my brother die by the face of the chrome
  My ace be leasin' up-state, doin' seven bones
  Heard my cousin Kasheen, we soon be home
  Put 'em on, let 'em know we got no time for wrong
  Dedicate this song to young, gifted and strong, song
  [Hook]
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  This attraction be the black of the slums, the cracks and the guns
  Fiends, snitches and bitches roll ones under the sun
  On the avenue, scarred, bullets seek through cars
  RZA bars help me vision Allah
  Speak verb to any peeps in these streets we breathe
  All I wanna do is eat and achieve
  Teach my seed, to stay away from envy and greed
  'Cuz these devils in the mist wanna see a nigga bleed
  You know the hood is trife, only few taste a good life
  Stand to my rights, stuck through mad days and Winter nights
  I promise, to never play with mics
  Say what you like, when I spray pipes
  Scatter your composition of rice twice, sharp with the dice
  Study the Art of War, take my advice or lose ya life, life, life, life

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  Rosewood

  [Intro: Hell Razah, (Baghdad)]
  Sunz Of Man, First Testament
  Rule the land, we on the ghetto fab. burnin shit
  Nat Turner shit (Gon' raise ya borns to a higher planet)
  Rule the land, we on the ghetto fab. burnin shit (Higher altercations)
  Rebel slaves
  [Baghdad]
  Yo, enter the gateway to the valley of turmoil
  The brick road I walk 'pon is hot rocks, makes the heat boil
  Plant seeds in fertile soil, a dominant monument
  Comin through steppin, crackin of cement
  A secret agent, in contempt with fire power
  Bringin the rain showers over the control towers
  The cats and dogs continue to paw for a couple of hours
  I make it happen, don't make me have to peal and reveal you
  Ship you off to Hindu, smoke you into mildew
  But tattoo written in Hebrew, says 'Imperial'
  Your quarentine is in the igloo, if I don't dig you
  Search who?
  [Hell Razah]
  As I contribute
  I speak to who's listenin, turn rap shows into a Christenin
  Roll with fishermen, 'til we burn down Switzerland
  Stop bickerin or be in a bad predictament
  My crime felon-ment, peck the bones off of skeletons
  Clubs scared to let us in, cuz the melanine
  To all states, we not sellin-in, mind-embezzlin
  See the flesh be irrelevant to Hell and president
  Breakin up your concentration with a conversation
  As the government will starve the nations for information
  They love us for the heart of Satan, sacred agent
  [7th Ambassador]
  Born in the PJ's, great-grandmoms was a slave
  Calm perms, jeri-curls and waves
  Nappy-head dreads, fades and braids
  Sister with straight combs and bangs
  Niggaz with gold chains that hang
  Belt-buckles would show the name
  Toe-to-toe with the knuckle game
  Get your eye punched to the back of your brain
  No pain, no gain, the fact still remains
  It's just an everyday thing
  Grand-dad's laugh drinkin Miller Genuine Draft
  Just relaxed, not worried about the aftermath
  Hot peas and butter, throw the belt in the gutter
  Runnin all day without no hunger
  Right before we started baggin numbers
  Took shorties to the roof-top
  Pebble Beach is where they got their boots knocked
  Washed up, head back on the block
  Jams that rock until the gunshots
  Last night somebody got shot
  [Chorus: Hell Razah]
  So don't come up in our neighborhood
  If you ain't, up to no good
  Niggaz get shot while they rollin up they Backwood
  What? We turn this into Rosewood
  What? We turn this into Rosewood
  [Hell Razah]
  Round one, all competetors come, get redder than rum
  From lead of a gun, here's the microphone magnum
  Instead of a crumb, we want the whole lump sum
  We come from where the kings was once bums
  Poor millionaires got robbed for many years
  The day's comin back where we sat in gold chairs
  Y'all wack and who cares? We came to interfere
  Y'all wack rap artists be givin me gray hairs
  [Baghdad]
  I'm in control of perverse Godless souls
  Antagonizin like pain from sercumsizin
  The agony, in the tragedy, of a python
  I shine in mind and leave the flesh in bond
  The boa constrictor who bit ya, switch hitter
  Who sacrificed your sister and left her with a blister
  Loaded off the thug passion mixture
  The holiday swine got intwine off banana '99
  Lost to the track of time, niggaz chased behind the comcubine
  You bind, they lose they life line

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  The Plan

  You think you got it all set-up
  You think you got the perfect plan
  You think you got it all set-up
  You think you got the perfect plan
  We break your plans up, Sunz of Man, what?
  Throw your hands up, stand up soldierly
  Enemies close to me, the president took a colt to me
  The same one that threw a rope on me
  Pick on dead brains like the vultures be
  Build like construction, bring plans destruction
  Malfunction your Internet with intellect
  These doors in the Sunz of Mansion
  You ain't enter yet where we trap you like Soloman's Temple
  Caught you tryin' to steal a jewel out my mental
  Who sent you? Devils drive your soul like a rental
  The hell, what we been through
  Since we start speakin' Hebrew
  We got robbed, stuck up with needles
  Be careful they need you, they plan to delete you
  [Incomprehensible] on to lead you, it's good versus evil
  You think you got it all set-up
  You think you got the perfect plan
  You think you got it all set-up
  You think you got the perfect plan
  A dollar, black power to destroy the real mccoy
  We off the roof, oh yeah
  One hundred proof, my plans
  Sunz got it locked up, oh yeah
  Chase it down with Vodka, oh yeah
  Sunz of Man could stop us, what's the plan?
  Set-up perfect why flop us, my man?
  It be between me and you, oh yeah
  Down by the river, oh yeah
  Without guns and triggers, wu man
  Sunz plan is perfect from there
  Think what I know when the nine ran
  To the eight to the nine to the two g's
  Never plan to fail, never fail to plan
  You think you got it all set-up
  You think you got the perfect plan
  You think you got it all set-up
  You think you got the perfect plan
  Sleepin' on Persians, we used to wear turbans
  Daughters, the virgins, gold slippers
  Now they gon' be strippers
  Can't hold they liquor, they fight and bicker
  God sent blew out the projects, no life left
  Jobless, diggin' out garbage
  No welfare with no health care, the pain is felt here
  They deceiving with TV's, turned her into a species
  Won't feed the seed, the government raise the rent
  Birth control pills, we owe mills
  Black man and the black woman can't get along
  Because Rikki Lake is on with two horns
  Let's take it back to the applejack's hat
  Before they shackled blacks
  We was above things, we were suffering
  Now we drug fiends, shootin' dope in our bloodstreams
  We love cream, we love dreams
  When our feet are soft, comin' up to me with three fourths
  Tryin' to get the freak off
  But you know Priest thoughts, if knowledge is a free course
  Keep your knees crossed, I can see forked tongue
  Taught when I was young by the older
  Brush it off our shoulders
  You think you got it all set-up
  You think you got the perfect plan
  You think you got it all set-up
  You think you got the perfect plan
  This plan ain't written we be livin' it
  Wisdom flow ocean leak to deep to swim in it
  Women, Lil' Kim and them, instead of bein' militant but feminent
  You guilty or innocent
  Rap black internationalist
  Niggaz, kill me with that old fashion, shh
  Claimin' buy this, they ain't real with they topics
  Claimin' worldly knowledge, you get tossed like the Thomasses
  And it's a promise, kid, your English will get buffed
  And based on David you roughin'
  Your whole majors is frontin', triple in your front, blue
  So why y'all still theivin' from the Sunz of Man?
  Independent group, information must be leakin' out my faucet, true
  Aqua blue and still ain't nothin' new
  In the Sunz whippin'
  Even as it was written, as it was written
  (You think you got it all setup)
  Interception of your production, self-destruction of the son of man
  Never thought the alien would eventually make grandz
  Hand in hand, peace to black man, woman, and child
  Juveniles [Incomprehensible]
  [Incomprehensible] and liberated, some deceased and separated
  Non-educated, rated, out-dated, they never made it
  Swift wisdom precision, Islam, my definition
  They call us make sonic brawlic, wise decision
  Snakes missin' the fiction out of jurisdiction
  Too late to listen about you bombin' competition
  You think you got it all set-up
  You think you got the perfect plan
  I'm your father, I'm your daddy, I'm your brother, Asiatic
  I'm your doctor when you bleed, from that wrong, teach your seeds
  What they need is true knowledge from the tree, to be free

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  Israeli News

  Intro: killah priest
  Oh yeah. it's time for us to unite.
  All tribes. uh. hispanic brothers.
  Black brothers. mexicano.
  Know why?
  Chorus: killah priest
  In the ways of the world today
  It's so easy us to stray away
  Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime
  Material things keep us blind
  [killah priest]
  I hear the souls of the fallen soldiers
  Calling for jehovahs, bitten by the king cobras
  And boa constrictors which convict ya
  Nothing but hoes in liquor stores
  Cops who handcuff us in the figure four
  I try to endure, but when it rains it pours
  Amongst the pure and the poor, I'm sure there's war
  Bless the child, born naked and wild
  Life hectic and foul, I used to watch crowds bow
  Until I was exiled from miles, must of landed reptiles
  And the gentles, trying not to lose the mental
  Abuse a gin for a while, taking straight shots
  Hold my brother behind the gates, locked
  Beat and backed by the state cops
  Stripped of our language, walked around nameless
  Amongst the strangest, a heart full of anguish
  Taught life is dangerous, devil 'copter aimed at us
  Society is to gain our trust, fuck a nine to five
  I squeeze the 95-0, watch 'em die slow
  'cause you know that I know
  Chorus: trebag
  In the ways of the world today
  It's so easy us to stray away
  Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime
  Material things keep us blind
  [trebag]
  Stop killing your own, hitting your peeps with sticks and stones
  Off the negative roams, is what the babies bring home
  Teach 'em self-condonment in the dome, make the brain a stronger bone
  Why pull a muscle in this tustle
  All your hell is a high kettle, burning 'cause I'm black
  My realm is shillack, my wooden floor's got a crack
  Millonium, laced a strayed with the plutoneum, land mines I'm blowing 'em
  Nuclear geranium I aiming at 'em, grenades I'm throwing 'em
  Walking through my war field, you yield to my heal
  Regurgitate to a lead vile, when your ill
  I see the blood spill, aspirin needs the pill
  Chorus: hell razah
  In the ways of the world today
  It's so easy us to stray away
  Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime
  Material things keep us blind
  [hell razah]
  This one is for my brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers
  Y'all money lovers, killing one another
  Some think the life of a millionaire's the way to go
  Chasing hoes through tunnels, streets, convertibles
  Go out and spend they dough on weed, cars, gold
  Expensive clothes, something black owns
  They pack chrome, kill where they live at
  Still got to go home, catch the jewels from the macabees
  For tracks from my honeycomb ways of the world
  Got girls on they needs, shorties showing they privacy
  For a bag of weed, before she had a seed
  And bit off the greed off the money tree
  Can it be this world of simplicity, negativity runs the city
  Plus the slaves around me, like lost in king's county
  Like lost in king's county
  Chorus: killah priest
  In the ways of the world today
  It's so easy us to stray away
  Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime

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  Intellectuals

  [raekwon]
  Aiyyo
  Aiyyo, aiyyo
  The modern day, multi-rap, penny hardaway
  Allah's way, god's day, range in the garage way
  Freak this, slap meat on this uniqueness
  Relax overseas status black beat your feet to this
  The grim style role' sundial, sun of a man who went
  Foul spent, ten thou' on jewels, 80 cent on loud
  Slang lord, applaud, forty-eight up on the board
  Holdin the stainless plain sword witcha name on it
  Lord, burn em, ninety-eight degrees celsius
  Go for delf, no breaks, from stealth, crash it on the belt
  Almost lost the eagle, the diamond gem I paid 30 legal
  Crash the bird, cranberry regal
  Stepped off, double oh-eight style
  Bubble the tape out, real niggaz who kill bless the weight style
  The treasure map stash billions, smash a class of sicilians
  Glassy watch flooded out for trillions
  A million dollar lawsuit, got paid and swayed you
  And floored you flowerhead niggaz lost you
  What? faggots, come up over here
  We got it all .. [unclear]
  [60 second assassin]
  I know niggaz who carry guns like
  The same way the earth keep in sunlight
  With no fight, snatch your ice, sell it in crown heights
  We grab mics, malcolm x type, israelites
  From the poor like, holy war type
  We got your lost wife
  Lovin me, fuck the bubbly, it's the drugs in me
  Cover me, I want his company, and all the currency
  They out to live luxury, cheat and lie, die comfortably
  Nautica rugby's like seagal bugsy
  Y'all disgust me, nia long sisters want me
  A king david strong country, we still be hungry
  Too many rap braggarts back stabbers, abracadabras
  Get hit by the golden daggers (bring it!!)
  Chorus: u-god
  Intellectual, rhymin professionals
  Bring all the ladies, in my directional
  Intellectual, rhymin professionals
  Bring all the ladies, in our directional
  Intellectual, rhymin professionals
  Intellectual, rhymin professionals
  Intellectual, rhymin professionals
  Bring all the ladies, in our directional
  [hell razah]
  Inevitable, ? the rhymes, like sensible, yo
  And when I let go, the ninetieth amigos
  Lessons be stressin the fact without question
  Determining who gives who, a slap to ?
  Bugging while smuggling, lyrics cold bumrushing
  Touching your brain leaving it, left, while recovering
  Tagged, by the fact they rap the daily contract
  And ac-cessory the best of me flipping ? void of fact pack?
  [u-god]
  My attitude is metal, I'm rotten to the veins
  Saber-toothed tiger in the booth still remains
  You see let it be let your soul feel free
  And disdain with the horror from the powers that be
  And it's grabbing me, jabbing me, stabbing me, imagine me trapped
  Fully packed anti, combat, gravity rap that
  The ? like attracts and, hunchback chills
  The sinner's to gain reveal, homicide hill
  The thundersound underground, plymouth rock
  The loud mouth grouch in your house, comstock
  The curser, verse with the worser thirster frantic
  The felony's swellin me, tellin me to push the panic
  [60 second assassin]
  Livin in the world today
  Makin room for our seeds to see a brighter day, who's to say
  Real thug niggaz don't pray
  That's why we drop jewels, we drop jewels
  C'mon, livin in the world today
  Makin room for our seeds to see a brighter day, who's to say
  Real thug niggaz don't pray
  That's why we drop jewels, we drop jewels

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  Next Up

  [ 60 second assassin ]
  I traveled so far
  Im chewin niggas lyrics for a mars bar
  New era, bust em like reign terror
  So highly mecca nas a nigga died and measured
  The inevitable, beyond the ever so, this deadly technical
  Scribes get revised in the time before celestial
  No being or lyric ever hit precise, double sight
  Take light, through the crypts at night
  Spark pathetic brains and meteorite
  Seven heaven verses the seven wonder, lyrics of thunder
  As lightning strikes snakes out from under
  Cloudy men drips, sinks niles of fine mist
  Worries startin to give, land for the tales out the crypt
  Of the dark, dead senses, gods of heavenly business
  Count dracula told me how to find the eclipse
  I leave your lip stitched
  Cause you couldnt mind your business
  But when it came to this rap,
  You shouldve vacated the premises
  Make way for a chilla, guerilla, down low killa
  Get loopbtin civil, next up
  [ prodigal sunn ]
  Yo I believe thats me
  [ trebag ]
  Aiyyo p get on the mic for the nyc
  [ prodigal sunn ]
  P attack you from the metronome
  Catch you in your groove home alone
  Blowin wit the chrome, nigga
  Im blowin to the bone
  My title be known, cannibal, dynamical maestro
  Sparked and fully hydroed my team of psychos
  Sell it higher than the eifel towers
  Seconds minutes led the hour, wein the power
  Spittin bibles, the sunshower, the wise out on the scene
  They think we forget the dream
  My aura sheens like morphine in your veins
  Pastors saying can you and your crew, oooh stand the rain
  Many men possess the gin in the jungle of sin
  Deeper than, sunn chosen others frozen
  From the explosion, my opposition
  Protect my team of demolitions, full competition
  Keep em drinkin benjin
  Like some chicken heads on the ground
  Bite the trey pound for foes that wanna get down
  Me and my clique sharpen the sound
  Infiltrate the town town town
  [ trebag ]
  Next up
  [ hell razah ]
  Yo I believe thats me
  [ trebag ]
  Aiyyo razah get on the mic for the nyc
  [ hell razah ]
  If I could chew glass to this, true master shit check it
  Hell razah raise from the dead black lazaris
  Hittin ass to this on king sols mattresses
  Bust your gat to this, make sure you hold it accurate
  John the baptist this dip you wit the fish
  Aladdin out the genie lamp grant you on your wish
  Trapped in the studio booth and told the truth
  You better try a video shoot or get the boot
  From bk to beirut we shuttin down groups
  Gatherin the loot while you mackin in a chicken coop
  Duck duck goose tie him in a noose
  Whats the use of havin your troops if you don't put them to use?
  Yall rappers couldnt blow if a windy storm produce
  And sung a kiddie song and wore a power ranger suit
  Salute the first fruit, king david birth root
  Play the earths flute just before I execute
  Next up
  [ method man ]
  Yo I believe thats me
  [ hell razah ]
  Aiyyo meth lock it down like lapd
  [ method man ]
  While you proceed to cut the mustard, I cut the cheese
  Mr. freeze givin cold shoulders to mcs
  The sickest of disease
  Johnny blaze at three hundred and sixty degrees
  My plo stees is from here to overseas
  Guerillas in the mist swingin from the highest trees
  Bombin enemies
  See me in the global war being all that I can be
  Camoflauge fatigue, hard headed major league
  Got em under seige your battleship in sinkin
  20,000 leagues beneath sea level
  Adjust the trebel on that thang thang got your shovel
  Can you dig it? keep talkin bout it while we live it
  All day, every days a billie holiday
  Lady sings the blues get the street news by the way
  Have you heard crime pay?
  Hit your block like that lava that burnt pompei, mega hot
  In the melting pot, felt the shot around the world
  We unstoppable like juggernaut baby girl
  Armed and dangerous treat militia, ill make you famous

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  Natural High

  [intro: killah priest]
  In the beginning, no different from the ending
  It's the killah priest, iron sheik from the middle east
  Lacing it sunz of man, you know what I'm sayin
  Big moe up in the house
  Ty g and dreddy kruger representin
  [chorus x2: trebag, (hell razah)]
  We make that music, that moves your body (natural high, natural high)
  We make that music, that moves your body (natural high, natural high)
  We got the fire, that gets you higher (natural high, natural high)
  We got the fire, that gets you higher (natural high, natural high)
  [killah priest]
  Roamin in the 4-runner all summer
  Laid back, state maps and 8-tracks
  Its great that, I laugh at competition
  I'm champion nigga, I can't be sunned
  Check the royal posture, by the way where's my oscar
  Crack your legs like a lobster, break your arms
  Beat you to death, snap your neck
  Crack your chest, lay you to rest
  Then confess, I judge wisely
  All spys, tryin to size me
  If you phony, I leave you lonely with your
  Sony headphones, layin stiff in the dead zone
  [hell razah]
  In the dead zone they lay, king nostradamos
  With golden armless, teachin hartlets
  That be strippin for they garments
  Searchin for a broken promise, regardless though
  You godless, still feed you full for your conscience
  Red ant now launch this, rockets
  >from where her projects, come to street
  Profit a lisha, to fish ya, roll wit a militia
  Mr. military, now, roll with a team of jim kelly's
  Send my hoes to your telly
  Sprayin holes through your belly, you ain't ready
  For the deadly, gently mc's
  There ain't a school boy to test me
  East coast to wesley strite
  Those who stress me, we streit
  Fuck you with the fight, fight, fight, fight
  [chorus]
  [prodigal sunn]
  A young king at the age of 15, caught up in things
  The golden scorpio, sportin material diamond rings
  Physical, historical, mystical, shinin, crystal-like
  Stackin, packin pistols, fa and they brought the crystal meth
  To crown heights, where the fiends get high
  Cross atlantic avenue, bone down through the sty
  What we do or die unite the kingdom
  Multiply, I sick of seein his mother's cry
  It's time to purify
  [trebag]
  Like an alaskan breeze, I blow through your april's
  Stuck to your mentals like thumb-tacks and staples
  Been to temples, learned egyptian time-tables
  My trade marks on labels and biblic-oohs from mavels
  Give life to trapped ex-cons and expedites
  You can't escape my prison, i'ma livin israelite
  Killin more trabatites and build my paradise
  Green grass grows, the white house is wiped out
  Keep your red meat, I'll be fishin for trout
  That means I'm the mouse, I'll figure my way out
  Pinky and the brain had to find another house
  Wherabouts, go walk and frolic in the forest
  Next time you lie, think about bein honest
  I bomb this
  [hell razah]
  We kill with calmness, words come forth like a savior
  A wicked man's heaven is the hell for the razah
  Raised up in brooklyn, two decades of meetin slaves
  From grenada to the grave, from the cradle to the cage
  State-pens be like play-pens, the government in-slavin
  Inside a science project with no escapin, unless
  They die for us, you for the cream so you lie for us
  While other thieves already spy for it
  I watch snake eyes everywhere around me
  Devils try to drown me in the water and the town built for slaughter
  Without order you got chaos, player haters
  Who play us, death-bed layers, who forgot to pay us, now they
  Covered up with layers, it's too deep for you rap duplicators
  Who's packs be betrayers

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  For The Lust Of Money/The Grandz

  Fuck that
  We're supposed to be into this together man
  You know I'm fuckin?can't be layin?on me man
  Yo I just gave you twenty dollars man
  What the fuck I just hit you off yesterday wit seventy cent man
  Aight I hit you off mofuckin?thirty minutes ago
  You ain't seen the other shit that that happened and shit
  That you was already connected
  Yo fuck that man I'm tired of hittin?you off man word up
  Aight
  You know what I'm sayin? You got a idea to get some grands? Huh?
  So stop fuckin?askin?me for money man - word up
  You can sell some grams
  Grands man I said grands man
  You got some grams mo'fucka I'll sell you some grams
  Man just fuck all that man I ain't livin?like that man
  I got grams of knowledge what you got man?
  Come on I'm tryin?to get money man the positive way
  Fuck all that negative shit
  Man listen man you gotta get the grand grandz nigga
  Who got money for the takin?
  Who got money for the takin?What?? Sunz of Man
  You know what I'm sayin?
  Four of us, about to just spit on this track
  True master shit
  Word up
  Ya'll niggaz move back
  Sunz get this money this year
  Chorus: Sunz of Man 2X
  This be the Sunz of Man jam
  Catch it if you can can
  Blast this in your house, jail cell, or your Lex land
  We got the Benjaminz now we got to see some grand grandz, grand grandz!
  Yo Sunz of Man
  60 Second Assassin:
  Yo check how we charge card manag` a `trois
  All on his repertoire fifty-two block
  Avoidin?hisself from gettin?shot
  Skill a kill any deliver
  Matinee track prostitution whole money go get her
  Collaborate real rap
  From overseas track
  Jury cars, heaterz, dime plane tickets
  Passports, charge cards, and visas
  Shareholders and stock brokers
  Sex pleasers, play ya older
  Stop short, oh no you ain't know Sunz sees ya
  Under and over, walk soft we tap ass
  Don't talk Sunz be about this made cash
  Flip ass certified endorsement
  Bobblin?for the playahaters
  Loan sharkers and money faders
  Non-believers from New York to Massapequa
  Hondura to Peurto Rock to Puerto Rica
  To gray Caesar's , come greet ya
  Risked on this blood clot leaker
  The hasta la vista
  This be the Sunz of Man (Sunz of Man) What
  Chorus: 2X
  Prodigal Sunn:
  Check the world premiere
  I'm loud and clear in ya atmosphere
  From Philly to Cali, Crooklyn we show no fear
  This be that deep knocker shit
  DJ's keep rockin?it
  Ain't no stoppin?it
  Yo my topic is logic
  You may say toxic
  But I rain rain from the grain grain
  Sustain maintain my name name
  In this rap game, I'm out to stack cream like Russel Simmons
  I love my black women from Erykah Badu to Robyn Givens
  How you livin?
  This crack I'm feelin?It

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  Sunz Of Man Court

  [Intro: Shabazz the Disciple]
  Yeah, Scientific Shabazz, the Holy Psychiatrist
  Coming down with that spiritual rain
  Six thousand years of darkness
  Four hundred years of pain
  As I attract the wicked into the Sunz of Man Court
  He shall be tried for his ways & actions
  Death shall be his penalty...
  [Shabazz the Disciple:]
  As I embellish, mentally I nourish
  Resuscitate a mindstate that has perished, you shall inherit
  His blood I require back, to Earth
  We rise out of spiritual darkness, six thousand year curse
  The lost disciples, bound, to the midst of the
  Bottomless pit, trapped behind the gates of the wicked wilderness
  I hear the sound of the trumpets, blowing across the heavens
  It's calm - prepare, for the storm, of the seven
  Shabazz, the Disciple, the holy, exalter
  Condemning those, who sacrificin, babies on the altar
  I hear the cries of innocent black babies who are aborted
  And unmercifully slaughtered
  Loud screams echo, skulls of angry slaves
  Turning over in their graves
  The white sheets are like white flags, you need to wave it
  To the soldier, of the Lord, the warrior King David
  I come to kill and crucify, those who trick and lie
  In the eyes, of the most, high
  The pale-face, devil race, caucasoid germ
  Grafted, from original, black man's sperm
  Thin-blooded weak, grafted-brain punk
  Your power's a third of mine, you drunk funky skunk
  How dare you use Jesus name to shell your filthy religion
  My tongue be the sword, to slash you with precision
  The justice system is his, the court'll only acquit him
  And eighty-five percent of y'all are going to hell with him
  The walls of hell, are closing in, disciples, we rose again
  The Sunz of Man, chosen men
  Like lightning, striking, from the East
  The Holy Psychiatrist, 4th Disciple, and Killah Priest
  Unlimited volts, of energy, striking, the enemy
  The righteous vicinity, death be the penalty
  [Chorus: Kavalier]
  So come on and swing it low, sweet chariot
  Pick up your righteous load, and yo then carry it
  To a new home, and I-dentity
  For my people, death'll be the penalty
  Uhh, and for my folks I mad a-love
  Keep your eyes on the prize and you'll rise above
  And yo Shabazz, make sure you sing it loud enough
  Peacein out to the righteous stay rugged and rough
  And y'all get on down, come on now get on down
  Swing it low sweet chariot... get on down
  Come on now get on down, swing it low sweet chariot
  [Break: Shabazz the Disciple]
  Lawd, I'm in this culture
  The microphone and I'm joinin
  Sharpen your sword, we must be aware
  Them trick knowledge, they use to de-ce-I've us
  You've been plagued with the mental di-se-as-es
  You worship false portraits of Je-eh-s-us
  The grafted image, of worshipping Ce-as-ea-r
  [Shabazz the Disciple:]
  I hear the snap of my great great grandfather's neck
  In a noose, hangin from a fuckin tree whipped-in mentally
  Abused, visions of great great cousins
  Runnin across the field, unarmed
  Ran down, and killed
  I be the star to dispel the darkness
  Cast upon your soul by inhabitants of Mount Caucus
  Who praise the dead, and not the true and living

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  Inmates To The Fire

  [chorus x2: prodigal sunn]
  Tonight is the night you will lose the fight
  I think you'd better think twice
  Before you touch that mic
  You could lose your life
  When you fuck with the right
  Tryin to bite
  You get blasted with the pipe
  [prodigal sunn]
  These words and lyrics from the round table
  The sunz of man generate light
  The third knight form the concentration camp
  Burnin like the gas lamp
  I came equiped with the gold as my wardrobe
  Fully-armored, seven soldiers from the look-out
  Jeffrey domer, speakin a ministry
  My terminology, fuck the industry
  Cause on the top is where I'm soon to be
  The holy scam connect with the royal fam
  With rza, we ignite the jam
  Fuck you and your uncle sam
  Never gave a damn for the fakin and phony ?
  Scannin, my understandin, snatchin ? like a cannon
  You ask the question, why
  Tell me, can you testify
  Justify asgainst the high nigga
  I maybe do or die
  My mindstate, magnifies all lies
  And for the spy, I keep em searchin for the alibi
  [hell razah]
  We goin gold d, the one and only, sharper than shinobi
  N-y-o-b, kid you knows me
  Hittin on my hoes is for old d's
  You know me, gotta roll trees
  Rolly goaly, behold we
  Scorin mass points off your goalie
  You try cop blocks, stoppin slowly
  Ain't no way to control me
  When I'm comin for that trophy
  Or buildin my dynasty like that character in ?
  The unholy, the government before tryed to sold me
  And your life, pass the trees, gone fly the laws, frank senatras
  Singin about street opers, dead gun to be, want to be
  Al pachino and danny devito
  Dressed in tuxedos, gamblin the lives of gambinos
  Blood suck the poor like mosquitos
  [60 second assassin]
  Streets of fire, two on one man riot
  Hired 60 second 'ssassin, rap retirin thugs
  Who was bug, when they new they should of dug
  Feenin to be a king, knowin mine, I'm a royal flush
  Shit'll drain down today, you couldn't maintain megaplanes
  Shit'll totally freeze you ass insane
  I be the headman, professin, consider it a blessin
  You next dead, only peace that you're restin
  Or should I say rest in peace
  Dead respectivly, knocked off your piece
  Without a store, we stole beef
  Another example, ? shitty diaper in my handle?
  My arm and hammer, I'm doin stains at random
  Think it's best if you clean, 6o second see it
  Quotin in five minutes, I'll be five g's richer
  You need to put your money up, you're only one up
  Fuckin with sunz of man, you're gonna get bankrupt

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  Illusions

  [ chorus: sunz of man ]
  Aiyyo this rap game ain't what it seems
  Artists get cream turn fiend
  Selling people a dream
  [ hell razah ]
  Aiyyo, you rappers don't amuse me wit your crystals or oozies
  Industry groupies, living after movies
  They scarfaced my race, some support hate
  Lifes a court date, some die to escape so hold your weight
  You niggas brag too much, fuck wit us we bag you up
  And use the same clique that you thought would back you up
  Its nine eight eliminate bait and open gates
  Enough with chains and whips lets make brains eclipse
  We all claim we rich, hold thugs in crypts
  Forgot about the seeds growing up seven to six
  Fuck a benz wit tints I got the razor prints
  Yall rappers love idols there it is I'm convinced
  Burn my contract, mental combat
  And stomp your battle rap wit a vietnam track
  Red and white sadaam rap sippin cognac
  I bet you didnt loopb know that the real jews are black
  I tell the truth cat where your mind chooses at
  The world or the heavens?
  God or the reverend?
  Your girl or your weapon?
  Christ armageddon armageddon ( geddon )
  [ chorus ] ( 4x )
  [ 60 second assassin ]
  Here in this life
  Big cities a dream on the low is the scheme
  A fiend that clock green without jockin somebodys sting
  About the plot
  You pull the ox who pull the stash outlock
  Yo wuddup i, about ready to pull the rabbit out the top
  Platinum gold oops upside your knot
  Now nigga stop now nigga please
  You ain't really ready to roll them sleeves
  With your three degrees forty below nothin but recipes
  Tight jeans, hype and don't know what nuthin means
  Acting like you billie jean selling how to be a fiend
  When your loves about black marketing a nigga for his cream
  And the big apple it ain't always what it seems
  You might get fooled she's a queen
  From out of town wagging her swing
  All around with she glasses and women asses is what made men jack asses
  Everything including your company jacket
  And niggas asses for your ransom
  And next thing you know they got a nigga dancin
  Chancin him out of his advancements
  And how y'all gonna pay back these back taxes?
  This ain't healthy for your assets
  Its like your face done been bashed in your career ain't happning
  After the monkey wrenches and forks done been stabbed in
  [ masta killa ]
  Intruiging to the ear but bitter to the heart
  I begin to take part in the art of dart throwin
  Starring the wu-tang swordsmen
  Raindrops fall the block remains hot
  Steam rises from the street which forms the clouds that I move through
  Renew my stainless sword style
  Allah has spoken the golden code of silence has been broken
  Mic terrorist shroom brew wickedness improves
  As I ascend and expand extend I seen men
  Fall from greats trying to trace the origin
  But there is no beginning or end to the lifeline
  Sunz of man forever shine through the mic line
  [ chorus ] ( 4x )
  [ prodigal sunn ]
  I say a case of a rap star, permanent scar caught in the rapture
  Of the bar code, he was more sold like old gold
  Paraseuco industy whore bitches adore
  Truly yours, feeling me more enemies fall
  Ill and hardcore ready for tour shakin breakin jaws
  Makin new laws open the doors healing my sores
  Blessing the poor, the art of war we less a boar
  Verse one we guard a star and the starting artist
  Another target on your market style is garbage
  You get bombarded whole clique slapped retarded
  Pussy harded mcs bleed slugs to the body
  Its physical domination lyrical laceration brutal termination
  When you fuck wit the federation, collaboratin wit my nation
  Discussing allegations conversating about the downfall of satan
  Ghetto frustration keeps my head piece achin
  Constant motivation keeps my world in rotation
  [ chorus ] ( 8x )
  Cars? women? huh livin lovely? phat houses?
  What you think it's about?
  Not gettin paid? havin fame? havin everybody lovin you runnin up to you?
  What you think it's about?
  Think it's about teaching? think it's about givin up jewelz?
  Givin something for the children to look up to?
  What you think it's about?

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  Five Arch Angels

  The testimony, of the five arch angels
  Sixty-Second Assass, the Holy Psychiatrist
  Hell Razah, Prodigal Sunn, the Killah Priest
  So it is written, the four ran to the four corners of the earth
  And the fifth ran into the sun, with a book, that read

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  Collaboration '98

  [johnny blaze]
  So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit
  Fuck the world, word up
  Sunz of man, method man, true mast', collabora-tion
  Chorus:
  Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
  Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
  Because is you down or are you down just because
  Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
  Verse one: true master
  Yo, when you least expect is when we attack, in fact
  Your format, is not yet suitable for combat
  Still dissident factions within the kingdom
  Campaign desperate attempts to take your freedoms
  Emphatically, wack strategy, don't impress me
  Impulsiveness'll only bring you tragedy, test me
  Descent to the essence quickly, niggaz strictly flip
  Fuckin with this royal assembly, the sunz of man
  Summon me, chief administrator of the law
  True master in this hardcore art of war
  I explore the depths on conflict and with no pretense
  Found the best strategy the most impressive defense
  So when you rush to attack, it be I to crush your force
  And exhaust your whole supply
  Don't send for reinforcements, give orders for men to maintain
  They respective borders, or it's a God damn slaughter
  Verse two: method man
  Shots in the park, it be on after dark
  Hungry like the wolf when the beef starts to cook
  When push come to shove, we push through the club
  Pocket full of bud, baby armed with the snub
  Nosed I suppose, you get body-snatched when you doze
  Recognize your friends from your foes
  Or here lie, another one victimized
  Left for the fly, now what size is this?
  Nigga your size, and I would be much obliged
  To get a fatter piece of that pie
  Still got my eyes on the prize, and like gloria
  I will survive, at war with the warrior
  Hot with the rhyme.. pennies
  Turn the heat up, and bend me
  Prepare for the next milleni'
  I can't sleep, I'm in the shit knee deep
  In a race against time, beat your motherfuckin beat
  Hold your satellite son, I'm from where you from
  Same shit different slum, where we about to go
  Ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice
  When we done, and all minds are one, yo
  Chorus
  Verse three: hell razah
  I be the rabbi watched by snake eyes as the playa hate rise
  New york state side to the west side
  Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here
  To palestine watch sunz of man climb
  I could tell a fake from a handshake for man's sake, the hidden truth
  I translate til the land quake
  I plan my escape on the good fan base
  Strictly satisfaction like the sunz of man tape
  No copy or biting off of what your man make
  It's 1998, get your own mindstate
  In 1999 write your own platinum rhymes
  Can you see my love even though we be with thugs?
  Yo, words and keyboards we please the lord
  Lyrics feed the poor, while the rich receive the sword
  Couldn't stay in one spot too long, split in fours
  Told the truth before tours, four artists four doors
  I rock the concert til my arm hurt, doin god's work
  While you star search, I take your mind to mars' dirt
  Uhh, what
  I said, can you see my love even though we be with thugs?
  Verse four: prodigal sunn
  This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom
  Prodigal ? the love islam keeps me calm
  From doing you harm, when I attack, it's vietnam
  Through cd-rom, the mega bomb severs the ice in your charm
  Too late for salaam, slugs rip through your arm
  Double lead arm supreme head some fled from the bloodshed
  Painting many in red, leavin iranians dead
  ? , hangin fast on they deathbed
  Out the window, lyrics flow like hot chemicals
  Burning competitors, from they ears to they asshole
  You wanna battle, I seperate your adam's apple
  Crack your skully with a snapple bottle, on the apollo
  Can you read black, ease back, we bleed tracks
  Breeze through facts, contacts smack your wolfpack
  Chorus
  [johnny blaze]
  Hold your satellite son, I'm from where you from
  Same shit different slum, where we about to go
  Ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice

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  Say Say Say

  [Chorus: singers]
  Say, Say, Say what you want
  But we don't give a fuck about you
  Say, Say, Say what you want
  But we don't give a fuck about you
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Chemistry black soul, old gold complexion
  I hold the future lessons, blessings, shoot you with the weapon step in
  With the shilla God, the impression is hard
  Crimes on the boulevard, that shit is small like lard
  Baby girl tried to whisper in my ear some jewels
  She said the wise man's swifter, plays a part of a fool
  I learned that in Allah's school of gratitude
  Bad attitudes we leave black and blue
  The project news, Sunz of Man new and improved
  16 cuts on your CD, compare it to blues
  [Holy Smokes]
  Get this one official stamp, boost the amp
  Increase ya camp, by chance you might enhance or learn to dance
  I rock with the champion image from start to finish
  Compress Spanish, youth offenders, slice of your dinners
  Brain chemist' cross gimmicks and mimicks
  Whatever stick they sent us, it's up top criminal trial
  'Fore your mind is blind, create my rhymes in brail
  Hop, skip, jump bail, and off with tail
  Hot stairs in the suburbs, wise words
  Anyone can get it like his or hers
  Why you sippin' on sys-urp, hittin' Brooklyn curb
  Evidence scattered in Pitsburgh for six birds
  [Hook x2: Hell Razah & 60 Second Assassin]
  Say what you wanna, your shits a goner
  Smokin' marijauna, drinkin' the spring water
  Bagged me a dollar, turned out to be a quarter
  Next time you step in, make sure you steppin' on her
  [Chorus]
  [Hell Razah]
  You better step your game up, Sunz draw quicker than a paint brush
  Y'all got 16's that ain't bust
  Some I float got bodies on it
  Got killers that's paid, wanna pay me to copy off it
  Get my mic rock inside your office
  You'se an industry talker, I'm in the streets
  Death to infinity, we gonna make sure y'all respect our vicinity
  In this Matrix, my bitches is trinity
  Get popped in the back of your head like John Kennedy
  Born in the seventies, mind be where the Heavens be
  My body in Hell, where the wicked be
  I inhale mistakes and breathe out victory (Nah)
  I don't deal with no witchcraft or trickery (uh-huh, uh-huh)
  No man, no idles, no mysteries
  [Snuggle Up]
  I save a thousand dollars a day, 7 times 4 times 12
  Yo I'm eatin' and I don't touch nothin'
  I go to college, learn a trade to get paid, now who's frontin'?
  Bitches fuck me cuz they see clear, knowin' that in two years
  70 thousand dollars if I go that route
  But the most they can get is dick and they out
  I keep this rap shit on the low cuz I already knew where the dough was
  So make sure you nice so you can raise the price
  All this before a deal, oh what a way to come in!
  If this is Different Strokes I'm Phil Drummond

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  Elements

  [Intro: Shabazz the Disciple]
  Yeah, yeah, Sunz of Man, Disciples
  Got the four Elements
  About to take you through the four stages of nature
  The combinations of danger
  It's like that
  Killah Priest
  [Killah Priest]
  I'm deep into the page
  Each stage is like a maze, it's like sperm reachin the egg
  I focus on the brain cause it be the enterprise
  It's like life within the center of the eyes
  Descend off the soundwaves, that are bound for days
  The atom is surrounded with rays
  My frame be the mercury, it circles degrees
  Developed the strength in Hercules
  Wisdom changes my continent
  When I quiz them I build up the confidence
  You burnin me is like tryin to culture a pig
  I teach knowledge and culture the kids
  I inject the rhyme into the depths of the mind
  The proper insight gives effects on the blind
  See I don't entertain, I enter the brain
  The Killah Priest always come and represent the name
  A daily study stimulates the thought
  Correct diet, I meditate with less talk
  Makes me deep as the ocean floor
  The ink soaks in and I'm prepared to explore
  MC's fall like the city of Rome
  I'm inspiring like Solomon and witty in the dome
  Yeah, writing rhymes with a liquid pen
  Next to appear... be the holy wizard
  [Shabazz the Disciple]
  Knowledge I obtain is mystic, realistic
  There's hittin gems in sins if you missed in
  Thou have to contain the power to unravel
  It's like walkin a-stray on the edge of the earth without a map to travel
  Once false step, you enter the depths of darkness
  the triple stains that engraved to the conscious
  As I drag your mind off the edge of sanity
  I leave you floatin, you have to figure your way back to gravity
  Taken beyond the orbits of NASA, at rates much faster
  Your chest tightens up like asthma
  And you be gaspin for oxygen
  Inhalin fatal gas, light-headed from the hydrogen
  Driftin in the wind like a cloud that can't rain
  You lack the element so it's relevent to strain
  Your brain lacks water like the moon
  Dependin on the earth since you first left the womb
  Words engraved to paralyze you in the mental
  Too much weight to analyse the potential
  Amounts of pressure that'll tilt your scale
  And as for 85's I describe it in braille
  The blind language, the deaf and dumb I use sign language
  Cause I was blessed to exorcise stress and anguish
  Niggas be strainin with they sick sound-es
  I'm splitin atoms and spillin holy water on their conscious
  Travellin 186,000 miles per second
  Then shine forth as far thoughts if you can catch em
  [Hell Razah]
  Life is hell, hell tells lies in your face
  Every other day we're killin off our own race
  When you trapped inside hate
  It's hard to escape inside a slave mindstate
  Cause you go out like a blind date
  Surrounded by danger when you're livin in the world full of anger
  The pain I drop just to get you got is a brain strainer
  Deadly talk, silent thoughts
  I can't overstand when the man wanna live long
  And you think too short and distorted
  Payin for your religion when you really can't afford it
  I'd rather live like the god then instead of dyin for a devil
  You couldn't climb this level with a ladder made of knowledge
  I demolish, abolish, so don't try to follow
  I look into your body in the dark and I could tell you that you're hollow
  You're sleepwalkin, blind ass zombie
  I hell raze from the grave of ignorance (yo)
  Just to finish men lookin guilty of sin
  [Prodical]
  Cryin deep within the mental, my soul is intoxicated
  Opressed with stress, aggrevation, pain and frustration
  I can't take it no more as I journey through the halls of hell
  Justice prevail, unrighteous will surely fail
  Now may my enemies be defeated in the Chamber
  of danger facin life full of strife, filled with anger
  Forced to enter as an avenger of sin
  I roar like the mighty lion as I contrive of Benjamin
  Experimentin with all types of fuckin gases
  I got the potion to turn your flesh to fuckin acid
  Atoms Shatter, and lemons start to scatter

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  For The Lust Of Money-the Grandz

  Fuck that
  We’re supposed to be into this together man
  You know I’m fuckin’ can’t be layin’ on me man
  Yo I just gave you twenty dollars man
  What the fuck I just hit you off yesterday wit seventy cent man
  Aight I hit you off mofuckin’ thirty minutes ago
  You ain’t seen the other shit that that happened and shit
  That you was already connected
  Yo fuck that man I’m tired of hittin’ you off man word up
  Aight
  You know what I’m sayin? You got a idea to get some grands? Huh?
  So stop fuckin’ askin’ me for money man - word up
  You can sell some grams
  Grands man I said grands man
  You got some grams mo’fucka I’ll sell you some grams
  Man just fuck all that man I ain’t livin’ like that man
  I got grams of knowledge what you got man?
  Come on I’m tryin’ to get money man the positive way
  Fuck all that negative shit
  Man listen man you gotta get the grand grandz nigga
  Who got money for the takin’?
  Who got money for the takin’
  What?? Sunz of Man
  You know what I’m sayin’?
  Four of us, about to just spit on this track
  True master shit
  Word up
  Ya’ll niggaz move back
  Sunz get this money this year
  [Chorus x2: Sunz of Man]
  This be the Sunz of Man jam
  Catch it if you can can
  Blast this in your house, jail cell, or your Lex land
  We got the Benjaminz now we got to see some grand grandz, grand grandz!
  Yo Sunz of Man
  [60 Second Assassin:]
  Yo check how we charge card manag` a `trois
  All on his repertoire fifty-two block
  Avoidin’ hisself from gettin’ shot
  Skill a kill any deliver
  Matinee track prostitution whole money go get her
  Collaborate real rap
  From overseas track
  Jury cars, heaterz, dime plane tickets
  Passports, charge cards, and visas
  Shareholders and stock brokers
  Sex pleasers, play ya older
  Stop short, oh no you ain’t know Sunz sees ya
  Under and over, walk soft we tap ass
  Don’t talk Sunz be about this made cash
  Flip ass certified endorsement
  Bobblin’ for the playahaters
  Loan sharkers and money faders
  Non-believers from New York to Massapequa
  Hondura to Peurto Rock to Puerto Rica
  To gray Caesar’s , come greet ya
  Risked on this blood clot leaker
  The hasta la vista
  This be the Sunz of Man (Sunz of Man) What
  [Chorus: x2]
  [Prodigal Sunn:]
  Check the world premiere
  I’m loud and clear in ya atmosphere
  From Philly to Cali, Crooklyn we show no fear
  This be that deep knocker shit
  DJ’s keep rockin’ it
  Ain’t no stoppin’ it
  Yo my topic is logic
  You may say toxic
  But I rain rain from the grain grain
  Sustain maintain my name name
  In this rap game, I’m out to stack cream like Russel Simmons
  I love my black women from Erykah Badu to Robyn Givens
  How you livin’?
  This crack I’m feelin’
  It’s blood spillin’
  Wildin’ in ya crib and four wheelin’ a thug villain
  Fuck the world dealin’
  Fuck the drug dealin’
  Fuck the drug dealin’
  [Hell Razah:]
  So we can teach our people what’s right from what’s wrong
  If you miss that bring it back Brooklyn’s my home
  Sunz of Man jam now kings of the throne
  When you see me salute me
  I’m where the loot be
  Dollar bills be my groupies
  Some kill for jewelry
  Black businessmen move interestin’
  Too quick to see us sentenced in
  This criminal court
  My money talk keep my lawyer listenin’
  Gold cheddar lyin’ glitterin’
  Brooklyn citizen
  Women smelling like cinnamon
  The street theme song
  Lose your life if you scheme wrong
  They wait for you to get your drink on
  And put your link on
  If clubs was the jungles we the hyenas
  Mindreaders 1999 leaders
  Who watch what they feed us
  Cash in my corporation, infiltration
  From genesis to revelations
  Same nation no lyin’ my team slam like Kobe Bryant
  Young lions strappin’ through New York holdin’ irons
  Smoke weed, a twenty sack through tracks
  See our money back this year’s apocalypse
  Ain’t no time for your funny raps
  Medina to L.A.
  To Marina del Rae
  Never do what Simon say
  Stay original
  Israel break the spell
  Records sellin’ clientel
  Next world Mexico Roswell
  Free the jail cells
  [Chorus: x6]

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  Deep In The Water

  [Intro: Killah Priest]
  Destination: ?
  Trapped in the dandie's lion with a pit of lions
  World crying, inside, what the fuck's goin on with me?
  What's goin on? What's goin on?
  Ugh! What's goin on? What's goin on?
  Yo, yo..
  [Killah Priest]
  Deep in the Water of life, I would fight
  Wearing turbens, purified up in the virgin
  Emerging the blood, would flood up the wombs
  The eggs hatch, and let loose, a fume
  Prophecized just like Jesus, writing Hebrew
  On the wall's of my mother's fetus
  Then I was swimming in the afterbirth
  Each chapter, each verse, got deeper, got worse
  The keeper, of laws, my brain, what saw
  The seeker, of tablets, preachers, would ban it
  The force, brought forth, the holiest, controlliest
  Slowly, takin me, into, the mental, orgasm
  Was 'jaculating, stimulating, relating to life
  Incubating, rotating around light beams
  Like creams, I was formed in the white dream
  Redeemed, like powder, outta, my maker
  Enter, nature, returned, the vapor
  Killah Priest, born in the pillar of yeast
  Lost in the miscarriage, the automatic of marriage
  Pow! Once ya live, ya die
  Ohh.. what is it? Is it a mystery?
  Did they mention me in history?
  [screams & deep inhaling]
  [Hell Razah]
  I was born alone, begun from blood, skin and bones
  To the mind, body, soul hunter, creating poems
  For immature brain cells, trapped in confusion, I ruin your mental
  I sent that ass to Hell and tell the devil that I sent you
  I react like a reflex, protected by God
  Bringin life to the brain-dead, diggin deeper than the graveyard
  The stick that you walk with, I broke a long time ago
  There's nowhere to hide when I stalk like a shadow
  Everyday somebody dies, somebody else is born
  A chain reaction, life's a cycle like plastic
  I practice, ghetto bastards I'm givin caskets
  Innocent, murderous is what you don't expect
  While secret Satan agents be livin off your death
  I'm already a waitin victim to an unknown death trap
  Hell is gettin hot, is it too late for me to sweat that?
  The killah team, guillotine get chopped where your heads at
  In order to get revenge ya got to pass my dead end
  I use your best friend to set ya up for me to win
  To put the blood inside my pen to write my next sin
  Then again, the beast from within, it just possessed
  It leads me to kill, then I'm left with your bloody mess
  I seem insane, since semen my brain been gained
  Like Monopoly, but there's no way of stoppin me
  [sounds of struggling/moaning]
  [Prodical]
  I die slow, struggled in the wounds of evil
  My technicality wins a race based on reality
  Everyday is still a revolutionary thrill
  The war's in the streets, bodies floatin down the bloody river
  Terror, livin in this present day and era
  Caged in the belly of the beast, thoughts of a killah
  The duty of a wise man, prophecized, civilize the savage
  Yeast, I generate heat from the East
  Repells revelation, livin in revelation
  The Sunz of Jacob shall fill the power of the nation
  Created, situated, on physical plains, originated
  From drops of sperm, the black germ
  I come with the scientifical techniques and masses
  The methods of madness, psycho wrath of gases
  Burnin through flesh, deteariatin brain cells
  Waves radiate as I escape the channel of Hell
  The arsenal, one Prodigal, Sun of Man
  Stalks the fuckin land with evil, various plots and plans
  The wicked lashes shall buries us inside time and matter
  I write chapters through the raptures of disaster
  [screams of pain & laughter]
  [Shabazz the Disciple]
  Trapped in a long dark tube, fightin for exsistence
  Absorbin stressful germs as I travel the distance
  Eternally locked in a cell in the form of sperm
  Doing life, mental strife, evil semenal germ
  Swimmin through revengeful cycles, accumlatin arches
  Killin of the sperm cells, illuminatin darkness
  Stranglin 'em with my tail, absorbin life from semen
  When I was born I came out screamin and blasphemin [laughs]
  Cryin in blood, spittin at the figure of Christ on the holy ?
  See, since the sonogram I was diagnosed to be cursed
  Doctors administered stress, I'd be born in the church
  But they sold the womb closed of unholy bitches
  A burst up, reversed and blast through the stitches
  Ahh! Hell at last, my first breath that I cursed
  They performed the ritual, took me home in a hurse
  But in the womb I metamorphesized, my birth and death was already prophecized
  Instead of a crib I slept in a casket
  Sacrificed the first born but Christ denied this evil bastard
  For all of those who don't understand what I'm talkin about
  You're trapped in my helium of evil thought, figure your way out

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  Doin Ya Thang

  [Intro : Hell Razah]
  Yeah, Joe Uzi, Makeba Mooncycle
  [Prodigal Sunn (Hell Razah)]
  You might catch me outta Cali' swervin'
  (Doin' my thang)
  Lames out to ruin the game
  (I'm doin' my thang)
  See me in the hood, Blackwood
  twistin' a Range and every nigga from the ghetto
  (Probably doin' the same)
  Keep my metal on the side when
  (I'm doin' my thang)
  Focus my aim, stack CREAM
  (Doin' my thang)
  Six-foot-two, ladies love the way that charm swing
  Out in Palm Springs, stoned off that crippy
  sticky green, video shoots
  Them candies in them penthouse booth
  Catch me blowin' shorty out in the confession booth
  Money market plans, keep a nigga stressin' for loot
  I stay high, fly, dressed in them custom-made suits
  Big business, live for my fruit
  build for my fam, here's another one
  Sunz Of Man platinum jam
  [Hell Razah (Makeba Mooncycle)]
  Aiyo, I saw many come and go that wanna be me
  I show love to fans, this ain't TV
  Hos wanna come in the bed, drink and feed me
  I can't help it, it's real, I live kingly
  To stand where I be at now it ain't easy
  I grew up where the Bricks and fiends be
  Wanna paper hate, but we gon' eat
  Kill a party up in South Beach
  smokin' on a pound from Greece
  Do the knowledge, everyone I'm around is deep
  Sunn-zi, me and Makeba givin' you heat
  Yours truly, Heavenly Razah
  keepin' it street, even if a nigga hate
  (Keep doin' ya thang)
  In the club with my bottle out
  (Buildin' with queens)
  You might see me at the Superbowl
  (Kickin' some game)
  You might see me comin' out of the store
  (Just keep doin' ya thang)
  Buying champagne and Pampers
  (Doin' ya thang)
  Up at Pakmart shopping
  (Doin' ya thang)
  Coppin' weed out the weed stash
  (Still doin' my thang)
  [Makeba Mooncycle]
  I'm at the head of my helm
  Reigning my realm, holdin' my weight
  I'm bustin', I'm bustin' right through the gate
  Mooncycle stashin' ammo and rifles
  I will fight you, beat, bite you, out-write you
  spark my crew to ignite you
  Masquerades, I protect with rocks and grenades
  This is everyday as we plot and we pray
  Known as warriors, we come out to play
  To bless the ignorant, we got rhymes for days
  'Cos I don't wanna hurt nobody
  out on the street or up in the party
  I know my directives, this is S.O.M

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  Honey Tree

  [Intro: Hell Razah (60 Second Assassin)]
  Uh, a Sun of Man letter right here, this one is written for ya'll
  Another scripture, this one is written for the young black sister
  (She was a run away life, sweet girl from around the way)
  Though went through hard times, still beside with us
  (She was a run away life, sweet girl from around the way)
  [Hell Razah]
  She was only 15, but looked much older when she in jeans
  Loved to go downtown malls and spend CREAM
  Wakin' up late, cold sweats and wet dreams
  Over sex, she barely got raped by 18
  Already had two abortions and blamed the ecst'
  When the doc said it might be a cause of death
  Then she popped positive on the pregnancy test
  That's the cause and effects when there's no latex
  And if daddy found out, he'll be mad upset
  To know his little baby girl ain't graduate yet
  And when she should of been in class, she was given up ass
  And been in bed with every drug dealer nigga with cash
  She ain't know who could pass for the baby dad
  And when she asked, everybody, son, it made them laugh
  It's like her heart was a plane that was made to crash
  From the thought, she was sinkin', baby, put it in trash
  (She was a run away life...)
  [12 O'Clock]
  Listen to the smooth pimp talkin'
  Load up walkin', met the baddest wiz in Boston
  She was seventeen and half with all ass, young Stacy Dash
  With a pair painted on bill plaques
  Said her birthday comin' fast, I tricked that ass
  She wanted ice, I copped the class
  Her pops was Jamaican and Arab, sellin' that skab
  He bought her a lab and a brand new Jag'
  She attended the coochie school in A.T.L.
  Leavin' in June, and sure she shared the room
  With a chick lookin' like a racoon, with thirty-six size tits
  D's with hips, face lookin' like a mechanic fist
  Nasty ass chick, gonna kiss you, with a wish
  [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin (Madam D)]
  She was a run away life, sweet girl from around the way (run away)
  She was a run away life, sweet girl from around the way (run away, away, yeah)
  [Prodigal Sunzini]
  Little, from Tahiti, caramel sweetie, honey complexion
  Money, love and affection, all she wanted was heaven
  Lessons, blesses, hugs and kisses, a thug is vicious
  I met her on the Isle to Port of Riches
  Sportin' nice ridiculous Nike's, conspicuious, shinin' my talk
  Divine spine, style of New York, shorty had the face of dream
  Feel of a queen, real as a scene, remind me of the purest of things
  No time to waste, no oil sheens, her soil was clean
  Beauty was keen, sort of like the flowers of spring
  She said she lived the law by king
  Kept her mind, body and soul free from poetry
  Healthy and wealthy, house, car and the keys
  Graduate, college degrees, baby was me
  I said, in time, baby girl you'll soon be mine
  Let's connect like the stars above, forever shine
  (She was a run away life)
  [60 Second Assassin]
  Mine was like one, queen of soul
  Walkin' like a pimp, plus you shinin' like dough
  Acknowledge me, while formin' the mind
  Of a culture of blacks, day and time
  Have you not heard, that you the queen of the Earth
  Plus you're precious, womb to home of God, physical birth
  Sun of above, it was a gift of surprise
  Created by I, the God, the glow in your eyes
  Of course, you're complexed, in reference, it's my creation
  I make sure, you vision, I'm about elevation
  I seen the jazziest of women, the swiftest of men
  Fall from the top of glory to the bottomless end
  Pimps, pushers, sniffin' cocaine
  Why Harry hold the shot, at a young sister's fame
  Brothers runnin' round claimin', to be mad
  Sudden sisters virgin, for a ten dollar crab
  Sister of potential, but known not they skills
  Pure days lies in the crack dealers build
  Latin Queen, can you see my universal diamonds and emeralds
  And nothin' but jewels, the governer hustles, and masters the fools
  These people like cups on they shield
  Still tryin' to get the emeralds out they dollars and bills
  [Outro: Hell Razah]
  There you have it, scripture written
  Hell Razah, Prodigal Sun, 60 and 12 O'Clock
  All the young ladies understand that
  We all need God, to every black man there's a black woman
  Word up, we gonna rise, we gonna build and feed food for the multiply
  Knowhati'msayin? S.O.M., Sunz of Man, to the world
  Rewind it and read it, study it and understand it
  Share it with your family, let your baby listen

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  Hot lineshow lyrics

  Hot line

  Yo what's up man
  Yo just maintainin
  Just chillin
  Goin through the same shit, 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 ass will get blown away demolished
  You better study more jewels 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 kill 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 death 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 kill '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 shit
  Ebony?
  What that ebonics stand for
  Devils wanna know
  Bout to go outside

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  Hell Holeshow lyrics

  Hell Hole

  [Hell Razah]
  Welcome to the Hell Hole
  The only escape is to die
  And the truth you believe, tell lies
  To ya eyes
  Competition I disinagrate, if you another wack I hate one
  I tie you down to a hot spike table
  You ain't able to stand still own your flat line
  You trap bomb inventor
  Your mind is in the center of the Hell Hole
  And I smell ya nose in my business
  By the way tell Santa Claus, I mean Satan Claus who
  wanna burn a devil up for Christmas
  I need attention, parental discreation is advised
  So lies in face, for eternity, life that is
  All beats without water,
  I order all demons in the streets of insanity
  To become what ya plan be, stand over criminology
  In ya society, why die for dead presidents you everyday slave
  Got reality for evidence,
  water trap bodies like a magnet to rays in the ground
  What goes up that don't come down
  My flow is deep under water style, that will drown individuals
  Ritual of rhymes with Jews, that send the smartest
  nerd back to school on bad news
  Verbally I abuse ya mental and we use ya brain as a mental
  Until my lyrics, I sent you, spilt, spread
  Throughout ya empty head spinnin
  Why should I beg, hope and pray, when I'm already
  promised a death day
  I come eliminate with no gimmicks, and all mean I give you
  No ideas to mimic, so many wannabes on tracks
  Like they playas, chasin acts they couldn't kill
  Shit is real, can ya emotions really feel it
  [Chorus:]
  Livin in hell
  Livin in hell
  Livin it, everyday
  You even get bucked by steel
  This seeds is ill
  And our peoples is passin away
  [Zodiac Killah]
  Resurrected from the grounds of the devilish demons
  Let me just assure you, that you not even dreamin
  Cuz there should be reality, ya negative metallic
  Doin art, body parts, take a stroll into my gallery
  Cuttin bodies open and I hang em by they veins
  Play em like fuck so they can entertain me
  As I relax with some whiney shit
  Cuz there's somethin really wrong with mine and shit
  Niggas be mad scared of the shit I be kickin
  With the burner motherfuck on the brilliest invention
  I'm real, harder than steel, tougher than lether
  And all that rough shit put together
  Not the kinda nigga that easy to kill
  Cuz death, ask the death it's kinda hard to be filled
  I'm illa than a nigga laid to rest
  And look you still standin, and at the present point I'm clandin
  All the wall the angels of the world to get ya
  Better raise ya like quitar let the force be with ya
  [Hell Razah]
  How should I do ya? Should I stick a knife thru ya back
  Ya wack, admit it against ya jack for ya contract
  Horror Days is every day, playin with ya dead
  I scrape the skin off the head, and ya skull I get it cracked like that
  As I wrap ya brain cells up like a mummy
  Ya gotta make money, all the honies fuck later
  Eliminate niggas like the Terminator
  Attack of the perpetrators, beware of originators
  Danger, begin the air that you breathin
  Schemin all eat, is like a real fat ass nigga leanin on me
  So back up off me, closed up in a coffin, and let ya coffin up
  Out ya mouth, quit chokin off a razor blade, first of aid
  Havin naked sex, go to hell with ya tech
  Ya followin in it on the next nigga dick check
  Come ready, get ready, for the X to get wet
  [Chorus]
  [Zodiac Killah]
  Greeters from hell, as I swell ya brain cells
  Quarter off within the 12th gong of ya church bell
  Teachers prepare from the hole
  Ease splill it to the Devil's control
  Knockin at ya, ya soul
  There's no way to escape
  Ya must come face to face with the gates of hate
  Dominate ya mind state, for words ya can't relate to the words
  I been cursed at birth till I had on Earth
  People dyin the route, people tryin to drown be on death
  Never keep bouncin on my chest
  Can't catch my breath, so I gasp for air
  In Hell poison and pollution is in the atmosphere
  Word is bond, this shit is like the gong that it jet
  The evil thought that be born in ya head
  You shall dwell here for eternity
  In the Hell Hole, In the Hell Hole

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  Hell's Inmates

  [Intro: Hell Razah]
  Yea, Sunz of Man
  Many are called, few are chosen
  The rest is hell's inmates
  One by one, we gon' take y'all down
  We gon' destroy this kingdom
  YouknowhatI'msayin?
  Check it out, check it out
  Eh yo
  [Hell Razah]
  My thoughts is deeper than unity, in all communities
  We be the newest drug for thugs that be sheddin their own blood
  Judge of your death day, I said the angel of justice was my sensai
  Verbal samurai, wicked killas, assault like cocaine from Panama
  Interview of black minds and white managers
  Movin over United Snakes like Canada
  On a map, my raps is liable to collapse, Manhattan
  No longer we be attracted to wicked ways and actions
  Believe in I, who's wise? Lyrics mesmurize
  Hypnotize, the uncivilized from moonrise to sunrise, surprise
  Those that survive, alive is the ones I guide
  Words are advertised, tranquilized, opponents get victimized
  I get energized, prepare, open up your ears
  Hear this world premiere, keepin your brains for souveniers
  Hangin devils like chandeliers, the black cavalier
  With a horse that ran out a fear
  Which slavemasters wanna volunteer, in my final frontier?
  In these last days, shit switch, Illuminati's plantin microchips
  And innocent infants, knowledge for the mind
  Is like a clip for the nine, I go BLOOP! *echo*
  Now take that with you to hell, you devil
  Fuck you, fuck you
  [Chorus: Hell Razah]
  Down in hell is where they all go, so hold your weight
  Before you meet your fate
  There's a place for all of us behind the gate
  So think twice or be the hell's inmate
  [Baghdad]
  Yo, your mind drifts in the midst of the higher winds
  The current spins and grins, twists piss off the sins
  Your life is just a pebble, you ain't a fuckin rebel
  Unless you came face to face with the devil
  The forces of e-vil, I'ma lead you down the path of my wrath
  But yo I get the bag and laugh
  Bring your clip, we goin in the pit
  The hellhole's full of darkness, no lightswitch
  No remorse with me, unholy force
  Thou shall not seek deep fears of the cross
  God name in vain, I strained, goddammit
  I drifted, and got spaced out with the planets
  The elements of rain, snow, hail and earthquake
  Shake and explosion, the bones in corrosion
  Expoditing sinners, leavin 'em tongueless
  Corroted souls of power, lay one in a fungus
  A realm of hell, place for incarceration
  Where many virgins layin, playin masturbation
  As your faces laied focus on the temple
  The brain look yammy, but it's been eaten by the fuckin mummy
  All the sinners smell the flesh, the aroma of death
  And reek the air like the smell of Satan's breath
  I'm in a dark hall of secluded wilderness
  Hell's inmate, once I pass the gates of hate
  Check the ripper, hung your pictures under hidden scriptures
  While decapitated souls lay in pits and ditches
  I saw the path leadin to the fire
  And hell's angel picked me up and flew me over the barbwire
  The horrifying and the crusifying
  Then the announcers resurrected me back to earth like Lazarus
  [Chorus]
  [7th Ambassador]
  Prepare and know the time nor the hour, of the sunshower
  Hit you with a fist, the righteous power
  Wicked cities will be devoured
  And the victory will soon be ours
  Even the lionhearted turned to cowards
  Beyond the gates of Babylonian towers
  I bring forth a state of Pandemonium
  Warrin like Ghangis Khan that hits my culture
  Industrialize my ideas like the Soviets
  Socialize with cold-hearted associates
  Things might explode like plutonium
  Blow off your nose like Napoleon
  Display your leftovers in the Smithsonian
  Catch you in a Roman cathedral of men
  Who hold the riddles of stolen scrolls in the Vatican
  Travel the world and back again
  Without the need in your Visas
  Go to roam in the Roman tower of Pisa
  Lookin at the Mona Lisa, Caesar
  Born handsome, risk and then vanish like the phantom
  Chant it, my universal anthem
  Understand, now you can't win
  Within my Sunz of Man-sion
  You be lost in the enchantment
  Like witness in the city of Atlantis
  Meet your doom in a room of the mantis, puffin cannibis
  Rap evangelist from New York to Los Angeles
  And anywhere is scandalous, I hope you understandin this

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  The Sins Of Menshow lyrics

  The Sins Of Men

  [Intro: Killah Priest]
  This be the sinz of man. The sinz of men and women.
  The tree of life. The tree of good and evil.
  [Shabazz the Disciple]
  My mind sometimes be haunted by my memories
  Visions in my head have shown me digging up my enemies
  I hate to go to sleep because of the dread that's in my head
  At times I find myself running from shadows of the dead
  They're trying to pull me under and bury me alive
  I wake up thinking it's over and thinking I've survived
  They've pulled me back to sleep and separated my soul
  from my body and put my bloody flesh in a hole
  Ah, shit gets worse, now the curse caves my faith in
  I rose from beneath the surface of Earth as Satan
  Inflicting people with war, drugs, diseases
  Jumped up, fell back to sleep, ressurected, ah Jesus
  Healing the same mother fuckers I've just inflicted
  Spreading righteousness through word of god, my mind is twisted
  A holy war in the mental, I'm sort of brain dead
  Spirits have got me under pressure and they're fucking up my head
  [Killah Priest]
  As I die slowly, I could feel my soul leave
  My heart pumps part to my lungs, so I could breathe
  I take my last breath, I gasp cuz I'm ?peth?
  I felt the needle which held the ?neeval?
  From another dimension, they had me flinching, with no attention
  Was paid by nurses, what's worse is
  I felt the stiches as the door locks
  Retreated for witches and warlocks
  and devils and demons, with shovels they was scheming
  I woke up when I was taken up by this dream and
  Then I was brough to the courts of another world
  Damn, my beloved Sheryl, couldn't put shit and uncover the pearls
  Instead of a jewel, I've discovered a germ
  That burned and turned my sperm into worms
  Ah, filthy-ass maggots, with matches
  Oh, my God, I was thanking God it was the savage
  Yeah, that day I saw Nat Turner
  and I saw Christ, he was stalking around with a black burner
  [Shabazz the Disciple]
  Another time my mind dwelled on the spell
  I heard cries from the dead souls burning in hell
  Visions of their flesh drowning in the flood
  While under hallucinations, I've seen heads soaked in blood
  I snapped back to reality and dashed for my bible
  Opened it up in hurried confusion, reaching for survival
  But all of a sudden, I'm overpowered by that curse
  The songs that I've read have made my visions worse
  Seen a therapist, told him spirits tried to bury me
  Spilt what's on my mind, When I was done, he needed therapy
  He recommended a baptistism, a sacrifice
  My soul rose to heaven, but was cast back down by Christ
  In forms of thunder, rain and heavy winds
  Not even the blood of Christ could cleanse the sins of men
  [Killah Priest]
  Huh, yeah, huh, oh
  That was a state of confusion that we lived in
  I converted to over a thousand religions
  A permanent member to 6 million churches
  I'm still trying to repent from these curses
  Me and the Holy Wizard, we went and slept in the graveyard
  Remember that? We stayed up all night and played cards
  Now, I sit in the pit of cobras
  I'm writing rhymes in the stance of yoga
  Oh, my God, I played drums with the bones of Mohammad
  In three years, I grew a beard and roamed with a garment
  Yeah, what was that you said is evil?
  Ha ha ha ha, yeah, I was thinking the same thing

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  The Trinityshow lyrics

  The Trinity

  [winds blowing]
  [Intro: Prodigal Sunn (Hell Razah)]
  Yeah (yeah yeah yeah)
  Many years in this shit (Young Razah)
  I'm still here, we still here, SOM (Young Razah 'bout to talk to y'all)
  The Sunn stay burnin'
  We don't give a fuck about this shit (SunZini yeah)
  (Black Satin/60 Sec Assassin)
  (Feel the game)
  (Bitch yo Knight 'bout to do it)
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Camouflaged through the City Lights, I paint pictures
  Faint the scripture fascinated with crime, of brutally the liquor
  Searchin' for the answers, Arthur feet down died of cancer
  The fall and rise of black people, God is your only answer
  A little laughter for the good times and bad times
  A day of sunshine, purity and deeper of designs
  Steeper of minds, keeper of rhymes, my soul reclines
  Build a gold mine and see my fam grow with time
  Although it may seem, it ain't what it appears to be
  I stay sincerely, dearly, see I can feel with relating
  Criminatin', interrogatin', God forsaken
  I'm on my heart achin', daddy on the block fakin'
  Another life taken, caught up in the hands of Satan
  Great minds think alike, think Elevation
  I shall proceed to teach my seeds
  And I guaranteed indeed to blow trees
  and I...
  [Chorus: Omar Conry]
  I'm searchin', I'm circling for the life
  I'm searchin', gon' be a fight tonight
  I'm seachin', I'm searchin' for the light
  I'm searchin', I'm searchin' for the fire
  [Hell Razah]
  In this hip hop extravaganza, we the answer
  Fuck dancers, pimps, hoes, players and gamblers
  We Black Panthers, bandanas with cock hammers
  Reporters got recorders, your films, tapes and cameras
  Analyse this new grammar, you might catch us in Atlanta
  We get around like Sel Antanas
  Got rich niggas can't stand us, payin' the banners
  And black ballers, we set up tracks with a chorus
  Get clapped by my rap supporters, catch you borders
  Sleep walkers, get advanced to street orders
  Hell comin', drop the dice, no runnin'
  From here to London, still the snakes stay cunnin'
  Christ descendents, shocked the world with a sentence
  Invade your kingdom, now got the first born Princess
  Give repentence at the heaven's gate entrance
  I rise like a bank interest
  [Chorus]
  [60 Second Assassin]
  It's goin' on like this one be the site, excite
  Never gives a fuck about hype
  Babies use it for ya rhymes, aight?
  Smoke it for your piece pipe
  TNT outlaw before ya niggas seen it right?
  F.A. Rock, what up big Divine? Yo Shallah!
  Keep them niggas' hands up right
  While I fuck these niggas up right
  Silence your Lamb, it ain't Sam
  I lay dorment in the sand
  Come visit my minute glass of mayhem
  Jesus Christ and foodstamps, better move man
  You stickin' out like a fat ass
  It's a wrap player, I went from pimpin' the skag
  I left shit in the bag, in them pants fool
  Fat like haystack Calhoon, you niggas is a pigeon coup
  I mastered physicals
  [Chorus]
  [Omar Conry]
  Why we fighting? Fighting for the right
  AIn't no way we can do the fight tonight
  C and them Sunz of Man
  We fighting for our souls

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  The Valley Of Deathshow lyrics

  The Valley Of Death

  [Chorus x1.5: 12th Disciple]
  I walk thru the Valley of Death alone
  And I fear no evil
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Well I accumulate, stimulate, circulates thru the days of the insane
  Generating thru veins, absorbin acid rain
  Planets flee when I proceed, it's order, cause to damage
  ya diamater of life, time and matter
  Crucifier of evil desires, I lock all empires, is all fire
  Beware of the soul cypher, the last impression armageddon
  The day of the Devil's oppressin,
  begins an end in our murder session
  The mind'll travel, benjamins never the disciples
  controller of the world
  We takin ya ass thru another cycle
  I create havoc, like a lunatic
  Cuttin to the quick with my fuckin icepick
  Ya souls I evict, ya presense is restricted because ya
  click with conflict
  With the injuries I inflicted
  The wicked I predicted got convicted for domestic violence
  So I put his hideous ass to silence
  Forever shall he lay to rest in piece, and there he remain deceased
  In the belly of the beast
  Just to leave Abyss, in evaporated mystery is ceased
  I bring forth a new Holocaust
  Death tolls by the cross, niggas took a loss
  You can't escape this fatal epidemic
  It's a sickness, scientists can't fix this
  [Hell Razah]
  Sunz of Man rule, run thru them conscious like constituti'
  Introducin the Hell Raz' the dead brain
  That's polluted and Dark Knight we be the Lord shining light
  Like the sun forgotten demons better remember
  And drop ya guns, I get in ya head like the mind ya don't use
  911, call all the devils, the wack rhymes we abuse
  Surprise, we come to tell the truth about ya lies
  Multiplied by many ways, chase the devils back to the cave
  I praise a Swarm within my mouth
  And swing the one in my hand
  Absorb the blood, to avoid fake judges
  [Killah Priest]
  Enter the zone of the seven
  I brake up ya chemistry and throw ya bones into heaven
  You couldn't stop it, not even if you took a rocket
  Wanna see more?
  I drag ya ass down below the see floor
  And watch ya burn up like lee saw
  The next show you be doin is around the rainbow
  Or with Hannibal, a caveman or some cannibals
  And once ya brain burst, I bury you under the moons dirt
  I drag ya remains over Jupiter's turf
  And teach a lesson, till I reach perfection
  Come down upon dick heads like yeast infection
  [12th Disciple]
  My thoughts will leak when the speak
  I can make blood leak
  And pound Dracula's with the beeker
  I'm freezin niggas in this fuckin trap like task force
  When I talk I blow out all the light in New York
  So light the 7 candles, comin thru the desert on a camel
  With light holy sandles, speakin the gospel
  It's the Holy Apostle, 12th Disciple
  Flip on the scripture, from the fuckin Bible,
  was a sin for a man
  That's heart'll bleed Holy,
  I look him in his eyes and watch him die slowly
  Sun of Man, I am that I am, seed of Abraham
  [60 Second Assassin]
  Master Allah, king of cry babies, ruler now for the scholar
  Master M.A. Allah, take ya beyond, equals ?
  Just like I told ya, I take ya, thru vapors
  Stratmosphere, Troposphere, Hemisphere, currents
  And Heaven's little nigga, you should of been it in me
  I have a code name, better known as 60 Second Assassinator
  Arsonator, the cremator, the freestyle
  Evaporate like sand in the mini glass
  that likes to give it a taker
  A breath could death, this quietly at ya doorstep
  'sept wasn't ready in the art of war for rep'
  I been vet det, contest, breathe a fist, architect
  Frenchmen mastermind a step, black interior deck
  Thoughts interfere with devil mirrorin
  Now we even steamin, because the devil is no longer vearin
  Leavin my body into ya body, so you can see what I'm seein
  Not a hell in my bodies limb
  Now ya aggreeing that tongue is laced with acid
  Stick my white fingers up in your face,
  ya scream like meltin plastic
  Stretch ya body put a slug in ya red basket
  Talk you can respect by drinkin Christ blood from the casket
  Everything I touch combusts, desintegrates into dust
  Livin up my nose, boy rush, bring ya fam' not a friend
  Seven signs, not seven hymns
  From enterin, give him lacerations from his penis to his chin
  With seven pages from the book of Labedicus
  And seven shots from the back to kill
  seven men with the devil's grin
  Lord have mercy, forgive me for the 5 sins
  [Zodiac Killah]
  Conceide this, the White Jesus
  You invision, in prison
  And ya own force religion, Die to ya lies, tangle, strangle
  Die Devil Die, I watch ya corpse dangle
  In my noose, AH-CHOO!
  I learned how to tie when I was young
  Decapitate ya head with the force of my tongue
  To deny ya return, burn Devil burn in the flame
  This Killah plays no games
  [60 Sec. awws to fade]
  [Chorus x3]
  [12th Disciple]
  Here now '95
  Sunz of Man, Population Click Click
  Keepin shit real, for the hip hop era
  Comin at ya, live with the facts
  Let us make man our own image and our own likeness
  Straight to the burnin bush
  12th Disciple, eatin last supper, what's upper?
  Fear no evil, See no evil

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  Timeshow lyrics

  Time

  [Intro: 60 Second Assassin]
  It's already too late for situation
  There's not enough Time situation man, ya know what I'm sayin'
  It's already a do it right situation man
  Time is runnin' the fuck out, man I mean
  I can't even... my head is gone right now man
  I don't know what to do man, only thing I say is S.O.M.
  [60 Second Assassin]
  Here in this second at Time
  Evacuate the premises, here's another one
  Nothing is heard but the audience and me givin' the drummer some
  Relax in the place, here in the nick of time
  Leave faces erased, kill with another mic, save
  13 seconds already elapsed, perhaps
  A mass murderer take the set with 45 seconds gap
  A Betherley meek me freestyle is conspiracy
  So King Ling sling, the rap Menace II Society
  You actually have to step over mountain
  Fork it with this babble abuse of New York's, an Apple
  Come bite of this forbidden fruit
  I Declare War as the sand begins to pore
  With 28 seconds to fall, call the cops at city mall
  [60 Sec' talking in the background]
  [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin]
  Time is runnin' out
  It's true without a doubt
  [60 Second Assassin *singing*]
  Hey you, what you wanna do
  Everybody get down to the 60 sound
  This one's for everybody here, for you to see
  War, stagnation, headin' for our nation
  Lets bring our thoughts to unity
  [Break: 60 Second Assassin]
  Evreybody uptight tryna get their head right
  Housing price is too high
  Black community soon to die
  Young ones here and there tryna get a nickel share
  S.O.M., who will come with the master plan, S.O.M.
  [Chorus x2]
  [Break: 60 Second Assassin]
  Know what I'm sayin'
  Straight in the east side
  Doin' our thing
  Straight from the east side
  Been doin' the east side
  [Outro: Hell Razah (60 Seconds Assassin]
  (Brilliant son, just heard that bangin' ass shit you just did son
  "Doin' our thing") That was straight business
  (Yo man right now, it's like where you comin' right now
  We comin' on the farther level right now
  Everybody gotta step their pen game up, aight
  Go and re-write their albums and all of that
  Cuz right now S.O.M. is about to lay something totally different

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  Concrete Jungleshow lyrics

  Concrete Jungle

  [bees buzzing]
  [Prodigal Sunn:]
  Ladies and gentlemen: Sunz of Man
  Uhh, Jungle of Concrete
  yo, yo
  [Chorus: x4]
  In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the bees/wee
  Ain't nothin sweet, we gotta eat
  [Timbo King:]
  Yo, we come from starvin days, runnin up in Dr. J's
  Rock away, so the mega trades, diggin, pockin days
  Yo, the aids wasn't in, calm braids all trimmed
  Army suits snatched and Timbs
  You'se a friend, snatch a gem
  [Prodigal Sunn:]
  I spent a lifetime of doin crime, hustlin dimes, guzzlin wine
  Smugglin wives, one of a kind
  Under the sunshine, movin as one mind, the genuine
  Star child, Allah's style, many say their barber's wild
  When I element the foul, prowl, upon the weekend of sweet
  I gotta eat, generate with the heat, demolish beats
  Collectin sheets, war with beast, Islamic warrior
  Livin the mass hysteria, the bomb shell of America
  Swell competors, explicit lyrics from the editor
  Realistic predator, the rhyme writer, climb heights
  Rhymes ignite, MC's reputation, blown out of sight
  On the mic device, my crew get nice, shoot dice
  Doin callistetics, young diplomatics with automatics
  The asiatic, fuck a fanatic, I split his attic
  You don't want no static, I make you carriage for the rabbits
  [Chorus x2]
  [Hell Razah:]
  We've got to take what we want, let these others rappers front
  Yo, take that, you ain't goin get it laid back
  Best record what I say, ain't no time to playback
  That's right platinum hits, yo, before the age at
  Gather millions, acapella in the streets, today crack
  Fuck opinions, I'm hittin to the nights endin
  A new beginin, takin over men and women
  Thoughts used for sinnin, neighborhood no grinin
  Thug religions, expeditions, startin for a mil
  Stick the student for his intuition
  Beyond college, street knowledge, got to eat knowledge
  Off the tree of life, while seek wallets
  Credit cards, some trust for their gods
  In the Wizard of Oz, you get it all to get robbed
  Price is on the food and the Earth's precious jewels
  Ain't the golden rules from the golden black jewels
  Steppin out the furnace, only run with fast learners
  Burn cash and we stash burners
  We be the underground childs, mainstream now
  Sort of like Apocalypse, bloaw, blaow
  Take what you own, must return to your home
  Claim back your throne, we're on a higher zone
  Black Lazurus, plus we're not havin it
  Pass the diamonds on the wrist, we're on some take the earth shit
  Demolish every tool, that y'all niggaz work with
  The barcode, bio chips be short circuited
  [62nd Assassin:]
  Here in this jungle, jungle, jungle ?
  I'm livin through, your crew on the subject
  The loot, I'm new improved
  Plus my time piece is bullet proof
  I need a bulldozer or crane, that stains like in vain
  You be the blood and I be the drainin on
  Forgot to burn your proper on, with the tool stone
  Written, founded dead on this spot
  You emergin, believe I'm the surgeon
  Rhymes leave your brain on all right, double scenes
  Back hand, slap you, clap thoughts, like evil raps
  Play that, what it slap right back
  You was seen, soak the zeen
  Self esteem, so common, even suckers die
  Major League, total assassinator, rhyme complicator
  The devil and the sword bring death, feed Jamaica
  Rain or hurricane, step on my house
  Into the house on severe pain, strong like a pyramid
  Nothin but various parts of the house that Jack built
  The little house on the praire, I huff and I puff
  And I blow your brain to a seisure
  Before you step to me, you should of called off
  Ceaser's father, mercy words, I'm no joke
  I cancer smoke, I reply, "your brain and told"
  I live for my tech 9, uzi, grenade, all cause of one rhyme
  Better believe, sleeves, I buck you chicken
  Make you love us, my mic around your neck to bug it
  [Chorus x4]

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  Dear Psalmsshow lyrics

  Dear Psalms

  [Intro: Hell Razah]
  Night-Crawler Entertainment
  Chapter one, verse one
  Gospel of Razah
  All my ladies
  [Hell Razah]
  She was a virgin until she started sleepin' with servants
  Now bein' pimped by business merchants behind closed curtains
  Got a King but was uncertain
  Then they relationship stopped workin'
  and left her hurtin'
  Now artists love her as a Goddess
  Got her smokin' weed, gangster and cold-hearted
  From a loyal-wife to a hartlet
  Became a widow when she lacked the knowledge
  to get her nails polished
  She was like Jacob's ladder
  when King David had her
  He played the harp with her daily by her gall-bladder
  She had a sweet sound that brought laughter
  She praised God when nothin' else mattered
  to the last chapters
  She even came off of slavery ships
  Now her mouth is full of cursin' and bitterness to sit with the rich
  It be the poison of an asp that be under her lips
  She ran through my Blood-line and even slept with a Crip
  A prostitute, get her thrills outta studio booths
  She divorced off the truth to get used to the sport
  Took her three-fourths off to put on poom-poom shorts
  She be in strip-clubs givin' thugs reasons for rubs
  She ain't the same lady she was with the last poets
  She been played-out rewindin', now she fast-forward
  [Break: Hell Razah]
  Chapter two, verse one
  Turn the page
  [Hook: Hell Razah]
  Dear Psalms, I miss you since the day you was born
  We used to sing-a-long, now you in somebody else arms
  I was charmed by your love and your spirit was warm
  While you was out doin' wrong, I wrote you this song
  Sweet Psalms, I miss you since the day you were born
  We used to sing-a-long, now you in somebody else arms
  I was charmed by your love and your spirit was warm
  While you was out doin' wrong, I wrote you this song
  [Hell Razah]
  The more I showed love, was less hated
  I kept warm with my Dear Psalms
  on days I was cold and naked
  Instead of break bread, I learned to bake it
  It's either Christ or the synagogue of Satan as she turned Atheist
  What's a family without order?
  I poured slaughter on the grey horse and sat upon many waters
  Playin' in suits with them evil-doers
  Old white nose and needle users
  who used to be the rulers
  Havin' cyber-sex on computers
  She got murdered, what's the one that shoot her?
  Smart, but can't fool her
  She went from singing me gospels to drug novels
  Now she's all about bottles of Cris'
  Diamonds and whips
  Tell the men that she sleepin' with to call her a bitch
  I got jealous so I flipped, and I read her a script
  Psalms 43 brought her back to me
  Actually I caught her being manufactured for another factory
  From the first-time I met her, it was love at first sight
  She was with me all the days of my life
  My virtuous wife
  Cheated for a small price, this love-letter I write
  So we could be together as one, singin' to Christ
  [Hook x0.5]
  Dear Psalms, I miss you since the day you was born
  We used to sing-a-long, now you in somebody else arms
  I was charmed by your love and your spirit was warm
  While you was out doin' wrong, I wrote you this song
  Sweet Psalms, I miss you since the day you were born
  [Outro: Hell Razah]
  Remember where you came from
  You just heard, my hip-hop love letter
  Written for all the souls

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  Writing Rhymes With A Liquid Penshow lyrics

  Writing Rhymes With A Liquid Pen

  [Killah Priest]
  I'm deep into the page
  Each stage is like a maze, it's like sperm reaching the egg
  I focus on the brain cause it be the enterprise
  It's like life within the center of the eye
  Send off the soundwaves that abound for days
  The atom is surrounded by rays
  A frame be the mercury that circles degrees
  Developed in strength in Hercules
  Wisdom changes my continent
  When I quizzed em I fill up the confidence
  You burnin me is like tryin to kosher a pig
  I teach knowledge and culture the kids
  I inject the eye into the depths of the mind
  The proper insight gives affects on the blind
  See I don't entertain I enter the brain
  The Killah Priest always come and represent the name
  A daily study stimulates the thought
  Correct diet, I meditate with less talk
  Makes me deep as the ocean floor
  The ink soaks in and I'm prepared to explore
  Entities fall like the city of Rome
  I'm inspiring like Solomon and witty in the dome
  [60 Second Assassin]
  Yeah, writing rhymes with a liquid pen
  Next to appear be the holy wizard
  [Shabazz The Disciple]
  Knowledge I obtain is mystic, realistic
  It's hittin gems in sins if you missed in
  Thou have to contain the power to unravel
  It's like walkin straight on the edge of the earth without a map to travel
  Once false step, you enter the death
  Darkness, the triple sage that's brave to the conscious
  As I drag your mind off the edge of sanity
  I leave you floatin, you have to figure your way back to gravity
  Taken beyond the orbits of NASA, it rates much faster
  Your chest tightens up like asthma
  And you be gaspin for oxygen
  Inhalin fatal gas like headed from the hydrogen
  Driftin in the wind like a cloud that can't rain
  You lack the element so it's relevent to scream
  Your brain lacks water like the moon
  Dependin on the earth since you first left the womb
  Words engraved to paralyse you in the mental
  Too much weight to analyse the potential
  Amounts of pressure that'll tilt your scale
  And as for 85's I describe it in braille
  The blind language, the deaf and dumb I use sign language
  Cause I was blessed to exorcise stress and anguish
  Niggas be strainin with they sick styles
  I'm splitin atoms and spillin holy water on their conscious
  Travellin 186,000 miles per second
  The sound focus on thoughts if you can catch em
  [Hell Razah]
  Life is hell, hell tells lies in your face
  Every other day we're killin off our own race
  When you trapped inside hate
  It's hard to escape inside of fate's mindstate
  Cause you go out like a blind date
  Surrounded by danger when you're livin in the world full of anger
  The pain I drop just to get you got is a brain strangler
  Deadly talk, silent thoughts
  I can't overstand when the man wanna live long
  And you think too short and destroy it
  Payin for your religion when you really can't afford it
  I'd rather live like the god instead of dyin for a devil
  You couldn't climb this level with a ladder made of knowledge
  I demolish, abolish, so don't try to follow
  I look into your body in the dark and I could tell you that you're hollow
  You're sleepwalkin, blind ass zombie
  I hellraise from the grave of ignorance (yo)
  Just to finish men lookin guilty of sin
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Cryin deep within the mental like dolos intoxicated
  I'm restless, rap aggravation, brain of frustration
  I can't take it no more as I journey through the halls of hell
  Justice prevail, unrighteous will surely fail
  Now may my enemies be defeated in the Chamber
  Danger facin life full of strife, filled with anger
  Forced to enter as an avenger of sin
  I roar like the mighty lion as I contrive of Benjamin
  Experimentin with all types of fuckin gasses
  I got the potion to turn your flesh to fuckin acid
  At em chatter, now let me start to scatter

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  Who Are The Sunz Of Man

  [Chorus x2: Hell Razah (all)]
  When I say Sunz of, you say Man
  (Sunz of Man, Sunz of Man)
  [Hell Razah]
  When my lyrics touch the frozen, you frost the lost
  As I've rosen out my mental grave, livin dead, trapped in my head
  I know the ledge and still learnin, the ignorant brain surgeon
  Here's your permanent effect of a death servant to all satanic maniacs
  When I give these raps, your mental will collapse
  Back down to the surface of the Earth with these murderous disasters
  For all wicked pastors, they turn to ashes
  And prudent churches, with verses, curses
  Now we bury them in metal hurses, submit his clothes
  Fuck his tombstone, the unknown dimension
  Don't close ya brain yet, be my guest
  The holder, when I release the stress, unusual
  Runnin over you, with my rhymes with jewels, rituals
  Dealin with your spiritual reality, mentalities come from enemies
  Through the outer me, disbelievers get amnesia
  A trip to the outer galaxy, my soul leaves a white hole
  I tried to swallow me, demons don't follow me
  [Prodical]
  I be the planet inheriter, master, soul controller
  Writer of the lyrical manifold, I explode with the Craftmatic scroll
  Givin you a taste of death, seven bullets through your chest
  Then I rest in peace, then you die in stress
  I torch your carcus in the middle of the Dead Sea
  You drown in misery, lost his shroud in reality
  And through my mental chemistry life is propelled
  In this pit of collision, America, for surely call it Hell
  It came in text that I was sent as a visionary
  I travel with the humble, still bled through the struggle
  The last of survival, soakin knowledge, both sides of the equator
  Science and mathematic refills my attic
  From what I visualize I'm stranded in the wilderness
  I'm forced to fight, driven into the darkness
  Opposin war with mercenaries and devils
  With the Sunz of Man I stroll through Hell, defeatin fuckin rebels
  But feelin the wounds of ?, I let the lead pull the fire, persecutin the liar
  It said the meak shall inherite the Earth
  For what it's worth I teach my seeds so they eat or bleed durin child birth
  [7th Ambassador]
  Tensions in the atmosphere so you're best to beware
  Or be burned by my flames of fury cuz I be the executioner, judge and jury
  And once I've reached a verdict your ass will be murdered
  In a second, execution style, decapitate your head with my wreck
  When I fling it like a frisbee, I know two LP's
  Could bust a dome down into three different parts
  Plus I have some CD's aimin for your heart
  As I shoot 'em, they're left, lodged in your bone and your flesh
  But shootin through the surface of your chest
  The fluids are still leakin from your neck, what a mess
  Can be created, when my explosive temper's activated
  Niggaz don't know the anger I possess, within
  The conscious capability of sin, it's killin me
  Slowly, even the unholy can't control me
  When I'm on that different level, go to Hell with the devil
  And the God that ya must say I must pray to
  Before I lay my head down to rest, peep the thief
  When ya gamble with ya life, you should send over your place for keeps
  Situations made my trife, should you depend upon the streets?
  It's Hell in these days that we live in
  [Chorus x2]
  [Killah Priest]
  Two kids fought in the womb
  One brother will be stronger than the other
  The mother, Rebecca, Isaac was the father
  Abraham, the author, one white, the other slightly darker
  The children, the prophecy, Genesis twenty-five, verse twenty-three
  The elder shall serve the younger, I heard the thunder
  Passed out from hunger, plus I was thirsty, I begged for mercy
  Am I worthy to be the Priest? Behold seven Greeks
  I pulled the sword out my sheet, but the vision, made me weak
  Emprisoned in the deep, my mind risen from the East
  The wisdom of the Killah Priest, now take you through 60 Sec. of the elect
  [60 Second Assassin]
  Ahh.. a new era, I'm like raisin terror
  So highly mechanised, nigga die
  To measure the inevitable, be on like episodes
  The deadly technical, whose scribes givin rise to time
  Before celestial, don't beam my lyrics out precise
  The double sight, I take flight
  Through crews, the trips of night
  Spark synthetic flames, a meteorite
  Seventh Heaven burst seven horn to lyrics of thunder!
  And fight to strike snakes out from under
  Cloudly men trip six miles of flyin myst, words of the gift
  Playin tricks out the crypt, of the dark dense senses
  God's Heavenly business, count backwards, a Total Recall
  Deep in an eclipse, leavin our lip stitched
  You couldn't mind your business, so when it came!
  Throned to this rap, you should have vacated the premises
  And make way for Attilla, thriller, down low killer
  Gettin civil, turn back, get burned
  To a pillar, fought, total loss, which way I swing from?
  The East to North, two in a row, one pitcher
  The Land of the Lost, on the Av. screamin "Warpath!"
  A mad cash in the stash, you can't last, a psychopath
  I packs a mag. in other words a 'matic
  Magnetic gift of gab, why need a jewelry when I strapped up under the booty?
  Doin major damage, throwin lyrics like ceramics
  With enough kicks, flush the bullshit, you could cram it
  Along with the dildo, straight to your ass like a field goat
  Hush! Your mouth's closed, so yo fuck all that Willie boast

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  Sunz Of Man

  (feat. Omar Conry)
  {*winds blowing*}
  [Intro: Prodigal Sunn (Hell Razah)]
  Yeah (yeah yeah yeah)
  Many years in this shit (Young Razah)
  I'm still here, we still here, SOM (Young Razah 'bout to talk to y'all)
  The Sunn stay burnin'
  We don't give a fuck about this shit (SunZini yeah)
  (Black Satin/60 Sec Assassin)
  (Feel the game)
  (Bitch yo Knight 'bout to do it)
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Camouflaged through the City Lights, I paint pictures
  Faint the scripture fascinated with crime, of brutally the liquor
  Searchin' for the answers, Arthur feet down died of cancer
  The fall and rise of black people, God is your only answer
  A little laughter for the good times and bad times
  A day of sunshine, purity and deeper of designs
  Steeper of minds, keeper of rhymes, my soul reclines
  Build a gold mine and see my fam grow with time
  Although it may seem, it ain't what it appears to be
  I stay sincerely, dearly, see I can feel with relating
  Criminatin', interrogatin', God forsaken
  I'm on my heart achin', daddy on the block fakin'
  Another life taken, caught up in the hands of Satan
  Great minds think alike, think Elevation
  I shall proceed to teach my seeds
  And I guaranteed indeed to blow trees
  and I...
  [Chorus: Omar Conry]
  I'm searchin', I'm circling for the life
  I'm searchin', gon' be a fight tonight
  I'm seachin', I'm searchin' for the light
  I'm searchin', I'm searchin' for the fire
  [Hell Razah]
  In this hip hop extravaganza, we the answer
  Fuck dancers, pimps, hoes, players and gamblers
  We Black Panthers, bandanas with cock hammers
  Reporters got recorders, your films, tapes and cameras
  Analyse this new grammar, you might catch us in Atlanta
  We get around like Sel Antanas
  Got rich niggas can't stand us, payin' the banners
  And black ballers, we set up tracks with a chorus
  Get clapped by my rap supporters, catch you borders
  Sleep walkers, get advanced to street orders
  Hell comin', drop the dice, no runnin'
  From here to London, still the snakes stay cunnin'
  Christ descendents, shocked the world with a sentence
  Invade your kingdom, now got the first born Princess
  Give repentence at the heaven's gate entrance
  I rise like a bank interest
  Chorus
  [60 Second Assassin]
  It's goin' on like this one be the site, excite
  Never gives a fuck about hype
  Babies use it for ya rhymes, aight?
  Smoke it for your piece pipe
  TNT outlaw before ya niggas seen it right?
  F.A. Rock, what up big Divine? Yo Shallah!
  Keep them niggas' hands up right
  While I fuck these niggas up right
  Silence your Lamb, it ain't Sam
  I lay dorment in the sand
  Come visit my minute glass of mayhem
  Jesus Christ and foodstamps, better move man
  You stickin' out like a fat ass
  It's a wrap player, I went from pimpin' the skag
  I left shit in the bag, in them pants fool
  Fat like haystack Calhoon, you niggas is a pigeon coup
  I mastered physicals
  Chorus
  [Omar Conry]
  Why we fighting? Fighting for the right
  AIn't no way we can do the fight tonight
  C and them Sunz of Man
  We fighting for our souls

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  Can I See You

  [hell razah]
  Yo, you couldn't see my with a telescope
  Words to cancer smoke, your antidote
  Give me the remote, turn them off
  I'll let my album melt your ass to a ? starts? crusifiction
  Camouflaged for the mission, use your third eye
  To see the israelite, detect those who tell lies
  I see you magnified, I blend with the sun rise
  Burn your enterprise, today husbands and wives
  Become bonnie and clyde, carry 4-5's in these last days
  In time, same shit inside or outside
  Tales of the darkside, we still among minds
  Keep the strong in the jail cells, the countdown for hell
  Use the truth or you bail, let my words be the brail
  For the blind who can't see us, like black jesus
  Seizers, try to seize us, we spot them like cheaters
  And turn them into believers
  [beretta 9]
  Yo, I was born to survive, a soldier and I strive
  With a duty to civilize these 85's
  See man streets is a wiseman, an original black man
  With a plan to run these devil's off my motherfuckin land
  Unless you were close, when I strained the operation
  Yo, check the first to tool, when I guide to guard your nation
  For this military attack, to and l's draw back
  Beretta take the point on the sunz of man war track
  I burn them like trick-alls, while weak brothers went awol
  This new born god, and i'ma hold my life so hard
  These fool keep their intentions, I destory your intentions
  For instence, we talkin this shit with no resistence
  [chorus x4: prodigal sunn]
  The gods stay camouflaged
  [prodigal sunn]
  Yo, remember, I think it was september or november
  A cold winter, I heard you got bagged and murdered
  Informed by my nigga glock, the observer
  He told me, all about the fucked up
  Remember for a minute, shouldn't understand
  Then again, I understood good
  Shit is rough in the hood
  Before I knew, I was a sun of man
  Kept a gun in hand, stalkin the land
  Back and forth to the island
  If it wasn't for the knowledge it self
  I would of been seen dead
  Ashes in the base sittin on the shelf
  As the years went, became intelligent to the nonsense
  Than instead of livin like a sandwich, I can vanish
  [chorus x4]

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  Flaming Swords

  Reverend:
  My sons, absolutes, and friends
  I like the idea of being a soldier, in the army of the lord
  (continues preaching)
  Arch rivals
  We got the kingston young ones over there running scared
  They ain't seem to have a problem and it's a bad one
  Ahh man, sunz of man teaching everywhere
  Got the children over here, teaching them the problems
  And it's the real one
  Ahh man now we got the ? ? ? ? over there
  The sunz of man solving problems, yo this the right one
  Verse 1:
  Guess this is the end, whatever how never, depart clever
  But not deadered to be real or to be severed
  A double-header, the black mecca respecta
  Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to chedders
  For the first setter who loves it wetter
  Well I can make it better
  In a bloodbath you letta
  Black soggin, treaty, the ledger
  Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered
  New order, enough to register kill or be killed measurers
  Take you beyond the heist, forever so
  Doin out little italy to mexico
  Now who be the next to go
  Will it be sam, will it be fran, or will it be cisco
  Or strictly back to disco
  However though one and my own one, soo
  Never pet yo, full deck pro
  The most sensitive intensity the world could ever expect, yo
  Between two steels
  To keep it real I remember we used to pick cotton out of fields
  Got it real got it down, yo
  Verse 2:
  As I break yo fuckin bones into pieces
  And make ya death the sweetest
  Punch a hole through ya cleavage
  By the way howard jesus
  I hope you been baptized
  Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black eyes
  And broken legs, a broken hip, and an iv attached to ya arm
  I remain calm, for the storm
  As I shake my javelin up in ya abdomen
  And then I grab ya friend
  And break his fuckin back, watch him collapse
  And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the whole nation
  Yall want more, I crank the chainsaw
  Next thing ya knowin, his head start rollin
  His body swollen, his fuckin tongue is stolen
  No more groin or colon, he's just moaning and groaning
  Exciting, clash of the titings, thunder and lighting
  Reveal the sword of the viking, it's frightening
  Put down yo fist they'll be no fighting
  Just sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo life
  And leave your carcass in the darkness
  Where the jackals prowl upon your grave
  Yo hear a howl from the cave
  Then I snatch out your arms and give to your moms
  Sing along sing along sing along
  Verse 3:
  Storm in my fiery harbor, til it get dark
  Silver darts melt in your heart
  Then we begin to march, until we rip this whole fuckin world apart
  Verse 4:
  My team be strong, we live right or wrong
  Death come calm, sweet wit a charm
  As I speak from the throne in my temple
  My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya level
  Devils in the mist, hate we exist
  Clique form my fist, punch you in your shit
  Styles murderous, sordid justice
  Judge those who bitch, cut those who snitch
  Modern egypt, diamond presidents
  Drug measurements got us dead on cement
  Robbin for rent, guage in the trench
  Slave ever since, return of the prince
  Constantine the great, never go for bait
  Sunz of man plan, gold in every state
  From railhook to libya deliver ya sword to the bombery
  My armory run the economy
  Rule is our policy
  The deaf dumb acknowledge me
  Like love peace and honesty
  The thugs on the street hustle to eat
  Cover you with sheets, we bury you in beats
  Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft melt
  We bomb like a stealth and give food for health
  Not a friend of me...
  Verse 5:
  Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air
  If I have to blaze yo I just wont care
  We roll in pairs, packin machines, movin supreme
  My team gleam, like matches and gasoline
  Soldier fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic
  He died a tread, it was passed the asking
  In a bad position, ya should of stuck to yo fuckin religion
  Im worse than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons
  The demolitioner with the codse of honor
  You want drama? I'll bomb yo and yo mama...

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  Wicked Ways

  And that's my word... that's my word
  [Chorus:]
  If you're blind to the wicked ways
  The devil plays mad tricks on your mind (check it out)
  If you're blind of the wicked ways (yeah, check it out)
  The devil plays mad tricks on your mind (yo)
  [Verse One: Killah Priest]
  The President just ordered the Navy to hit the borders of Haiti
  Slaughter babies from the waters of Euphrates
  Maybe they sent germ that's polluted our sperm
  And made us live uncircumcised in the serpent eyes
  And told us certain lies, and each day a servant dies
  But in the halls of Pharoah the walls are narrow
  And religion is like a prison for the seekers of wisdom
  This be the dance of the graveyard
  So do the spank with the dead zombie
  Here comes the tanks of a Red Army
  The real Jew is you, Jeremiah fourteen and two
  Enforced by the Hebrew
  Ya hovered by the eagle, America is evil
  Let no man deceive you, beat you, or mistreat you
  The tribe of Edem, stole your freedom
  And Edem means redneck
  I'm throwin bullets in my Tec
  Nah, I'm goin out like Joshua
  With a pen, an army, and an apocalypse
  [Chorus:]
  If you're blind to the wicked ways
  The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
  If you're blind to the wicked ways
  The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
  [Verse Two: Hell Razah]
  I remember
  The six doctors, that wanted to take my brain into a labratory
  Destroy me, since birth
  My baby talk was psychic thoughts
  Flashbacks, all the past blacks trapped in the present
  Killin for dead presidents, where every ghetto residence
  is evidence, and the future, there will never be none
  If we don't be-come, unity
  Or get them devil made guns, and leave them demons bleedings
  Give em BACK with tons of speeding bullets
  Fuck your tech-nology, it's trick-knowledgy
  Tellin lies to my vision, I was given, enough time
  To master, the criminology
  And Mr. Pastor, teachin demonology
  Words of dope knowledge, I demolish
  Evil men, with an easy win
  When my thoughts are spaced out, come down to EARTH
  The devil crawls, cuz he's only, jealous
  And a victim of the unholy ghost
  [Chorus:]
  If you're blind to the wicked ways
  The devil plays mad tricks on your mind (mind)
  If you're blind to the wicked ways
  The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
  [Verse Three: 7th Ambassador]
  He listens to the cries in the distance
  of the next victim, wishin, that he had some assistance
  And right before his eyes it appeared
  Beware when the shadow caster, demon master's in the near
  He blocked the true light from your sight
  And transformed your brightest days, into your darkest nights
  I had your blind man praisin the grave
  Cause he feel the cross, that lays in the dirt
  And think he's in the church, not even aware
  That death is near, and he's one step from his grave
  A naive mental slave if he had, his third eye sparked
  He mighta been scopin
  Them demons that be lurkin in the dark
  Always keep your glowin eye open
  By knowin who your enemies be
  I can see you but you can't see me
  Escape from your chains like, Great Houdini
  And dissapear, like a majestic genie, in midair
  Vanish, that's my advantage
  And then I transform to a hurricane storm
  And rain holy water, for seven days
  And seven nights, the chosen ones spark the light
  Of the Sun, that's killin off villains by the ton
  Sealin all the doors to the Hells, correct spells
  That were cast on my peeps that were weak
  Made to keep, my peeps in a deep sleep
  [Verse Four: 60 Sec. Assassin]
  Behold! The angels out the heaven
  Who professes a whole new rap, session reposessin the gossip
  back so black, better hand over your act, or trapped, to
  Seven fifty three, who have received the law
  By the dispositions of angels, and have not, kept it
  Transgressed it, better burn your testaments
  Ain't nothing changed niggaz is gettin arrested
  Beat down like wrestling
  On the count, of false impression, indiscretion
  Advise em all with the glimpse, of a third eye
  The silent sleep, and wicked
  I work you niggaz out like physics, I blast out from the heart
  of Brooklyn, like an arrow, just stick to my point
  It's narrow, I shoot niggaz back, into the time
  like Pharoah, I smoke up on your brain, leave it
  burnt as Sahara, that leaves desert, with a rock storm
  Leavin niggaz buried and puttin them at Lou's lawn
  Headquarters, of the Zoo, what part, wasn't reviewed
  Or didn't you understand
  I'm drillin niggaz back under the surface of the land
  [Outro: Killah Priest]
  Show the righteous man, stand in great lonliness
  Before the face, of such that have afflicted him
  And may no account of his labels
  For they see it, they shall be troubled with terrible fear
  And shall, be amazed at the strangeness of his salvation

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  Tribulations

  Intro: 62nd Assassin
  I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll.
  On the other side of 123rd St., bro'.
  Nothing known but a bank roll.
  On the other side of 123rd St., bro'.
  Bringing it straight off the currency.
  Now this shit is tough.
  I got this shit magic from here to Texas trap.
  With the god's jewels stash.
  I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll.
  On the other side of 123rd, bro'.
  Yo, that's that.
  I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll.
  Chorus: Prodigal Sunn
  Life is reality, reality is life
  People living trife, the world filled with strife
  The gods living, writing exact, too many lacks
  Black on black crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest
  Life is reality, reality is life
  Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheisty,
  the gods living, writing exact
  Too many lacks, black on black crime
  No vest, another victim laided to rest
  Life is reality, reality
  Life is reality, reality
  Life is reality, reality is life
  Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheist
  The gods living, writing exact
  Too many lacks, black on black crime
  No vest, another victim laided to rest
  Life is reality, reality, life is reality
  Life is reality, reality
  [Prodigal Sunn (62nd Assassin)]
  Break bread, eliminate feds and dead heads
  I seen the bloodshed, devils decay, torture, enslave
  >From Red Hook to Compton, Fort Green to Albany
  Galleries of artillery, a symphony, millitary
  Some adversaries and fairies caught the bad decision
  Physical collision, we leave 'em deaf and holy like some christians
  (A new incorporation, your rap exoriantation
  Not a reorientation, or interntation
  More and more foes is what I'm chasing
  Low down international business, players exchanging
  Your ears pound, throw down erasing)
  Maneuvering, moving like slugs from a silencer
  My fleet of seven on your calender, fuck an amateur
  (Game premeditated, crime related, rhyme intensive
  Chess, some hardest gamers, the world black as entertainment)
  Your time is short, change your thought, rearrange your sports
  Before being pork on a fork, I get scorched by the torch
  In this Sunz of Man federation, pure meditation
  Righteous advigation, teaching for the blind in my nation
  (Still remaining through all the shot reigning
  Hit grim, stitchy grain, playing half, broke that untouchable
  Still tapping plants, by the forced in, rap street, yo extortion)
  Chorus: Prodigal Sunn
  Life is reality, reality is life
  People living trife, the world filled with strife
  The gods living, writing exact, too many lacks
  Black on black crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest
  Life is reality, reality is life, reality
  [Killah Priest (Hell Razah)]
  In the beast like orcra, swim across the border
  Walk upon the water, holding the minora
  Reaching for the tora, face full of torture
  One deeper than my ora, I stalk ya with the offer
  Law and order, cut your day shorter
  Slaughter everybody in the party
  (Check the godly, from the cradle to the graves
  We hell raise you, break your bread at the table
  With my real Kane and Ables it gets fable
  We build stables, we drop jewels that enslave you)
  Wear the wooden bander, seven shield commander
  Wave the golden banner, swinging down the hammer
  In the house of David, we gold, true laces
  Diamond braclets, niggaz on that snake ship
  (There ain't no love without the hatred
  The cure for the snakes in the snakepits
  Created and those that's belated
  It's too much, you fear, must prepare scuba-gear
  Got a ocean of the dry potion, we mind smoking
  We blind for the thugs and drug dealers
  Who used to be pyramid builders, ancient healers
  Stand for mirrors, all they see is cap pealers and reflection
  Moon do me right, give me night life, let me run in all directions)
  Worldly impressions, natural infections, massive depression
  Dealing with reality, fantasies is nothing but a fantasy
  I see it's all vanity, humanities, who volcanically
  Satanically, on the edge of my sanity, can't we be all family

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  We Can't Be Touched

  [Hell Razah]
  9-7, grab your righteous thougts
  And get rid of em, its the 5 Deadly Venomz
  Grab your righteous thoughts and get rid of em
  Its the 5 Deadly Venomz
  Grab your righteous thoughts and get rid of em
  Its the 5 Deadly Venomz, yo
  [Chorus x4: Hell Razah]
  Aint nuthin new about the Sunz of Man
  We cant be Tony Touched
  You either build or destruct us
  [Killah Priest]
  Near em Tony Touch, I grab MC's within my clutch
  And crush, I wip my hand while oppenents stand off
  And look sad and worthy, bloodthirsty
  No mercy, I kill em while they curse me
  And damn po-9 to search me, dont get me started
  I flip retarded and start chokin artists
  And leave they kidz broken harded
  I'm fatherless, I'm too marvaless
  Why would you bother this
  I squeeze you neck til the saliva drip
  So tight, I bite off my bottom lip
  Until your head pop and your soul leave
  Whoeva told you I was holy, I'm Killah Priest
  [Makeba Mooncycle]
  Eliminate my competition like a Shogun
  So bad, I have you switchin colors like Michael Jackson
  Represent from Crown Heights to Bedstuy
  You either do, you either die, while your tryin to survive
  All these street lyrics are like Psalm
  So, Brklyn maniacs remain calm
  So, come get some from Park Place to Putnam
  We hold shit down like Franklin Av
  You get shot, gaged and stabbed, buyin gunz from the arabs
  Ah, Makeba a true bitch beata
  Gotcha hot like a heata, when its pumpin out ya tweatas
  Flippin American's like Nazi Arena
  >From Gracia to Aruba, behind the Sunz of Man, you see Moncycle
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  4th Disciple, what, blazin like a rifle
  [Hell Razah]
  I see too many wannabes be livin comfortably
  Southern, comfort me, whats the reason why you front to be
  Sumthin like it only took you months to be
  Personnaly, I take your mentality to Mercury
  Bring you back to Earth to see, the same ol
  Check the Sunz of Man lingo, we got for minutes, defendants
  Wack students get suspended, shoot you down with a sentence
  As you back for repentance, Sunz of Man cant be Tony Touched
  Dreddy roll the dutch, crunch berries in my cup
  Bitches stress to test my lust, quick, you bustin guns on us
  We move crowds like clouds, lightnin struck whoeva sucks
  Some claim to be Allah's, they force gods
  Sellin out for cars, tellin lies to the stars
  Why you front at clubs and bars, we be in tune with Mobb's
  Royal Fam, United Kingdom, now expand, got to war like the Pakistans
  Been fightin devils since the sonagrams
  Now its, programs on my avenues, satin out to master you
  Live daily masker you
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Yo, in these dark days of Vietnam
  Death is a pawn, thats word iz bond
  Sound the alarm, we surround calm
  Bury arms, spark a mega-charm
  Rockin charms, true and livin Islam
  My supreme wisdom becoms a realistic sitcom
  On the grounds of Brklyn, sent you walkin thru the Crklyn
  So, until then I make ends meet, war with the beast
  In the streets of heat, movin is weak, formation concrete
  Medina slodier, mathematical, alphabetical
  Quoted an intelligent sire, contain the element of fire
  Mental ignita, who said the student bout the lighta
  As it was written, bitten in the book of Objia
  Shower soldiers, sold for papaya
  Original soul writter, the golden fighter
  Swift, clever like the tiger
  So, on the contrary, you can get bloody like Mary
  Head flown, like a tooth fairy, crushed like some berries
  [Chorus: x3]
  [Hell Razah]
  Black Rose Family, Gray Rose, Touny Touch, what
  Tru Masta, yea, what, 4th Disciple, Killah Priest
  Prodigal Sunn, Hell Razah, 60 Sec., what
  7th Ambassador, what

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  Soldiers Of Darkness

  Attention, Soldiers! Kill every one of them!
  Ha ha! Another (yeah) fuckin' live-ass track from the Temple of
  [Shaolin monks] Shaolin! (yeah) What, nigga? Word up. Yeah! Keep it
  real. Killah Priest, you know what I'm sayin'? (yeah) The Prodigal
  Sunn, [rah] Sunz of Man. Madman (yeah) representin' for the Killarmy.
  The Killa Sin, (ha) the RZArectah....
  [Killa Sin]
  (Yo, yo,)
  I gotta get a grip, an edge on life, I'm livin' trife, G
  I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me
  It might be the image project that I selected
  But eff it-shit is mad real, as well as hectic
  Inspect it, your vest and got tested
  Suggestions molestin' my thoughts I manifested, protect it
  My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line
  'Cause it's my time to shine with the nickel-plated nine to a spine,
  And ain't no remorse in my source of madness
  But my temper, my anger rises like my status
  Because I'm known on the borough of Shaolin
  For wildin', don't think that it's peace when I be smilin'
  A heart stone-cold is what I own
  For niggaz who brag, I break bones, leave 'em ungagged, and hear them moan
  I hate snakes on that fake shit
  I get mad, leave 'em shooken up bad like when the quake hit
  I got a steezo that's raw, man
  Another brother provoked, and gun-smoked, now that's all-damn
  By any mortal, the brothel of horror,
  Knowin' full well that he won't leave to see tomorrow
  Be on your guard when I start to flip shit, I'm sick
  Word to God, it's hard to get a grip
  [9th Prince]
  I brings a streakin' iron flame, concealed in steel weapons
  Clips and shovels deeper than the shallow trenches of the brethren
  I burst like lions among the slaughter
  Then I assume my human facility-I plan a hit to the governor
  Open, open, behold the gift, designed to kill many men
  I stick 'em for billiard pins
  Like cavin' some world in, flashin' death like lightnin' from the Heavens
  Leavin' rappers sufferin' the thirst of a silent curse
  That came from the Earth when the planet was reversed.
  Here are the needles, see that he dies
  From the effect of a drug, come bleeding out of his eyes
  I chop off his feet, so he can't walk and talk, then he claims to stalk
  I shove him with pitchfork and stack up dead corpse
  A Soldier of the Darkness, kidnap an MC for a hostage
  Then break loose on the stage
  Tradin' places like slaves bein' trained, I'm under pressure
  Thoughts be actin' wild like a child molester
  Mad man terrorism, today's journalism
  Goin' to war across the country with another organism
  Killarmy madness is how we kill 'em
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Since the calculations of time which held the life that held the day of
  expiration, steady creation
  Mental death-the source of the abomination
  I emerge from the house upon your territory
  This one, alias Sun of Man no longer deceived by Satan's blend
  Here's a ministry fightin' wars of demonology
  Soldiers have got knowledge, rewritin' your sins of reality
  Lyrical space, the black neophyte, run a satellite
  I should jump deep beyond the depths of my inner sight
  Visions of me on the night of a solar eclipse
  A-boardin' the mothership, takin' my last whiff from this polluted mess
  Another soul's vibration escapes this cold tunnel of fire
  Show alliance, usin' your brain from the lord sire
  I tie your fuckin' brain up with barbed wire
  Infused thoughts left ya bruised, him been condemned
  To the rims of Hell, afraid to walk
  Reaction, slow-motion, in shock from the explosion
  Symptoms of death-left ya chokin' on your own breath
  You better study your literature, seek the scriptures
  Biblical folds 'n' scrolls, laced in velour robes
  Killah Priest precise, the messenger 60-Second,
  Hell Razah, bless 'em, overcome the oppression
  [Killah Priest]
  Hearken as the night darkens
  You've been warned that the Priest will soon swarm
  Now you'll be done away like the unicorn,
  With night time as my uniform
  And death as my sword, the universal warlord
  The Sunz of Man came together for one accord
  You can't read about it, it's not a myth
  Here's a puncture, to your rib, (pshaw) for a gift
  And the only present I'm dealin' with is now
  The supreme slayer, I wrote the book of Isaiah
  Layin' bodies down by the layer
  Burn 'em before the assembly
  And watch his ashes go up through the chimney
  They have disguised me as brass before his prayers
  And though his words be lost in the air
  The reason you felt chained is 'cause I've been ordained
  I tie you up and throw you off a fuckin' plane
  And fill up your parachute with more dead bodies
  Don't ask me why--it's a fuckin' hobby!
  Burn 'em with the fuel, put down ya tool, I laugh at you
  (Why?) Because MCs are my footstool
  [60-Sec. Assassin]
  You enter the hocus pocus, perhaps the dopest
  Tote this, for those all with dope shit
  Focus, I blood-shot your lyrics with cirrhosis
  Ferocious sound effects break the "glaucosis"
  Insanity enters humanity like an enemy
  Invade your central nervous system like an advent
  Mathematically schematic, I'ma panic, couldn't hold on to a tablet
  Semantic, goes through your system like an addict
  Bomb glistenin', watch for the blow, I deliver it
  Faster stroll, you wrote, minute, barrier, delinquent
  Grabs your soul, magnetic flux be out of control
  I'm leavin' peeps serviceable, sell his soul to the toilet bowl
  All your possessions I own for my own
  The chemical, you clone, "comatosis," the syndrome,
  The Rip-Van, the Winkle, twinkle twinkle
  You caught up with your days now, organism star
  What part, whistle heart, intruders travel so far
  Not even the master chart would put ya arteries back apart

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  Valley Of Kingsshow lyrics

  Valley Of Kings

  [Intro: Hell Razah, (Killah Priest)]
  [imitating the beat]
  Yeah, yeah, uh, 9-7 y'all
  Yeah, uh, Sunz Of Man y'all
  Yeah, uh, New York to California y'all (Valley Of Kings)
  Yeah, huh, yeah (Valley Of Kings)
  Yeah, uh, yo
  [Chorus x2: Hell Razah]
  To make the worse get better
  We gotta come together
  As one mind that's ready for whatever
  [Killah Priest]
  Singin our holy anthem
  Lampin with all my handsome grandsons
  Strong as Sampson, inside my gold mansion
  Built upon a hill, located over Israel
  The city of emeralds, the land of many treasures
  May our flag stand forever, band together
  By the ancestors, until they transgress ya
  Put his hand upon the letter
  We used to conquer everywhere we wandered
  Reign with honor, until we stepped upon the
  Fertile soil, royal, shinin like alumuninum foil
  Ancient kings from the Bysatine, blowin steam
  From our nostrils, hostile, listen to the gospel
  To alternate the mind state
  Spillin wine from the blood of grapes
  Over my iron breastplate, got my opponent in checkmate
  Egyptians is my musicians, Christians is my beauticians
  The sound of the trumpet gives me comfort
  Peasants bring my presents, for a blessing
  A restin under the moon crescant
  Haven't search the whole earth
  The outskirts of the universe
  KP, your majesty, the magnificent, heaven sent
  God's gift, ever so swift
  Another round of applause and encore as the lions roar
  The chief war lord
  [Prodical]
  In these dark days of Vietnam
  Death is a pawn, that's word is bond
  Sound the alarm, we surround calm
  Barin arms, spark a megatron
  Rockin charms, true and livin Islam
  Supreme's wisdom becomes a realistic sitcom
  On the grounds of Brooklyn
  Central Booking through good Crooklyn
  So, until then I make ends meet, war the beast
  In the streets of heat, move industry, formation concrete
  Medina soldier, mathematical, alphabetical
  Quote an intelligent sire, contain the element of fire
  Mental igniter, who said to school ya 'bout the liar
  As it was bitin, writin in the books over Ovadiah
  I shower tiger soul with papaya
  Original soul writer, the golden fighter
  Swift, clever like the tiger
  So, on the contrary, you can get bloody like mary
  Head flown like the tooth fairy, crushed like some berries
  [Chorus x3]
  [Hook: Hell Razah]
  Birds of a feather fly together
  The wise and the clever last forever
  Never say never
  [Hell Razah]
  From the ghetto, not the suburbs
  First ye observe me, come serve me
  All high under my Godfather's derby
  Style that be Earthly, you heard of me
  Satan can't curse me, I perfer my by bein dirty
  Stayin sterdy, watch the birdy, make you beg for some mercy
  A motionless attempt to want to hurt me
  Out for big cops that wanna search me
  But their justice don't deserve me
  This world don't concern me
  Children of the prophets in the projects gotta hustle for a profit
  Before we hit Apocalypse, thieves dig your pockets
  Begin to notice they're Earth's hostages
  The wicked rule, cash rules
  Stash jewels in your head that be brain food
  Show and prove, go back to black schools
  I smack fools, tryin to give me back the shackles
  Don't make me clap you
  My niggaz carry glocks, gettin sexed up in homemade mariotts
  Sit back and we plot a lot
  Move with the ninja type and the Nazis like society
  The wisely, FBI's can't even keep an eye on me
  [60 Second Assassin]
  Blessed be the meak...
  Blessed be the meak in the valley of the kings
  Yo, I be that maker, owner, cream, when I'm plannin
  Was schooled by my man, but my name ain't branded
  Branded as the world turns, from the clause, FA mob, what
  Shhh from the start, best to roll from your heart
  Puttin 'nam on the map, FA rock full of trap, diamonds and emeralds
  And nothin but tools, for the knowledge of a fool
  Is the wisdom of the dead, drownin in the pools
  I've been schooled, we trade gold, drinkin royal wine
  While me in my mind, some roots
  They're in the Valleys of Kings, truth
  In shinin armor, both kings killin rap in your drama
  Since one the rhymer, made kids bring the drama
  FA rock, your last stop, bringin it off the curb
  The last serb on the other side of 1-23rd
  Anti-up the chump, you're bitchin, tough
  It be the kings callin bluffs
  To make the worst get better
  We got four kings who love it wetter
  Bring on your bloodbath, we'll let ya
  And it'll be a 60 Sec. pleasure
  [Hell Razah]
  Supreme Kourt, yeah
  [Chorus x2]
  [Hook]
  [Chorus x2]
  [Hook]

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  Shining Starshow lyrics

  Shining Star

  Shining star!
  Intro : ol' dirty bastard
  Yeah, knah I'm sayin'?
  This is what you call making history right here
  The fifth element
  Earth, wind, fire, sunz of man knah I'm sayin'?
  We got the wu-tang clan in the house, knah I'm sayin'? odb
  Yo wyclef play the guitar man!
  The earth is approximately covered underwater
  ? street walks for surfers
  The sun & moon had attract the power
  While it's on it's way around the sun
  Verse 1: ol' dirty bastard
  I'm the eddie kane of the wu-tang
  Osirus with the fire-extinguisher slang
  Maintain this paradise on this earth
  With the shut the fuck up style
  For what this shit is worth
  Watch a nigga catch a purse
  Super-hero niggas die
  Do my dirt, get away and multiply
  Verse 2:
  Hey yo entrepeneur wisdom ? who
  The dark kahlua, the black sire
  Smack fire out of the liar
  My heart desire
  Speak truth and light this fire
  The clever writer, not lia, never retire
  The child teacher, mouth speaker, earth seeker, wind blower
  To the seas I'm like noah
  Chorus (2x): earth wind & fire
  You're my shining star, no matter who you are
  Shining bright to see, no matter who's with me
  Verse 3:
  Uh, hey yo this masterpiece be exclusive and fascinating
  Street knowledge education
  Teach the seeds son no procrascinatin'
  Ghetto learnin' graduatin'
  Blessed be the ones with patience from the ancient
  God bless the child that could hold his own
  Little shorties don't trust a soul it's all globe control
  Earth wind & fire, sunz of man, and wyclef
  We connect like unanex and bring the intelect
  We teach both sex, brooklyn to tibet, male or female
  Who follow footsteps and correct
  Verse 4:
  I'm a shining star, beam of light from out far
  Hits like these would burn holes through our resevoir
  Espionage, let it be known who take charge
  Come hard with the underground like camouflage
  Keep it bizarre, mainstream for the young teens
  Though if it don't be for clearance till 13
  Chorus (2x): earth wind & fire
  You're my shining star, no matter who you are
  Shining bright to see, no matter who's with me
  Verse 5:
  Escapin' the ghetto
  Using the bass tempo or treble
  In the streets we carry heavy metal
  Roll with the devil
  Yo son life is reality, reality is life
  People livin' trife, the world filled with strife
  The god's livin' right in this act too many lack
  Black on black crime
  No vest, another nigga laid to rest
  Verse 5: 62nd assassin
  It's been a long time
  The beat's certain
  Sunz of man behind deens of wall searchin'
  The heat is perkin' earth wind & fire burnin'
  Sensation yearnin' and learnin' situation
  Wyclef platinum hits
  Beach nation is what your life could truly be anticipation
  Chorus (2x): earth wind & fire
  You're my shining star, no matter who you are
  Shining bright to see, no matter who's with me
  Verse 6: ol' dirty bastard
  Yo, yo, yo, yo, when I was young I taught how to produce
  The science of babies gettin' loose
  I turn white boys to springsteins' bruce
  Blacks to blues
  To the chinese I gave bruce
  I can't help it if my style is foggy
  Words to boogie getcha high on my patio
  Or come to see me movie
  Girls your walking on my dirt
  I'm all in ya hair
  Or mike your life plane call hurt
  Verse 6:
  To all my shining stars
  From here to l.a. to mars
  Growin' up in the ghetto where times is hard
  No matter who ya are
  You a child or god
  Born as a king not a slave for jobs
  It's much more to life then to drink at bars
  Large bank accounts and these fancy cars
  Little king tut's scheemin' when they lust
  They get handcuffed for diamiond ring cuts
  Chorus (repeat till end): earth wind & fire
  You're my shining star, no matter who you are

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  Shining Star (Trackmaster's Remix Long Version)

  featuring Beenie Man
  [Intro: Beenie Man]
  All american girls are shinin shinin shinin
  And all the latino girls dem shinin shinin shinin
  [Chorus: Beenie Man]
  Father Abraham have many Sunz and
  we're the Sunz of Father Abraham
  So are the Sunz of Man and so are you
  So let's just sing this song come again
  [Killah Priest]
  Hip hop started out in the dark
  Yo we used to do it Lafeyette Park
  Yo, Back in '83, I rocked Boss and JVC
  I'm by Allah, what, who wanna MC?
  Don't panic, I push the Panasonic button
  I transhore, rock, express myself somethin
  I microphone fiend MC's that watch me freeze
  I body rock till I flat top, then I squeeze
  I bring block partys to anybody wanna rob me
  I beat em till their legs are wobbly
  Screamin sorry, pullin out my shotty
  For anyone who wanna copy
  My style, that was just a mere hobby
  [Hell Razah]
  Go read your bibles, y'all worship idols
  We number uno, black or latino
  We be teachin so that you know
  So understand that the rhymes that's deep
  Learn your lesson before you even carry your heat
  Eh yo, it's been a long time
  I totally left you without another rhyme to step to
  Shining Star ladies in the jam, we crept thru
  Chk-chk-glocks up, don't make me have to wet you
  Y'all niggaz want a beef, we can shoot at you
  Whoever wanna killa, we could do that too
  I got death scared to come around me, angels surround me
  I hold my breath, go underground, why let you drown me
  I let the King's of King's County, make em bow, crown me
  We too rowdy rowdy, niggaz couldn't never clown me
  Check the blacksmith, shoot affair, wanna smack shit
  Everybody wanna be involved in this rap shit
  We on some never die Chirst is black shit
  Breath the same life, sword sword in the mask is
  Turn the poor life, Hell Razah turned to Lazurus
  Very hazardous, BK be my Nazurith, same address
  We use the hot burners under the mattress
  Never scared to clap it and act like it didn't happen
  Eh yo, don't buy if you won't start a riot with it
  If you gon' live by the sword, you gon' die wit' it
  [Chorus]
  [Hook: Beenie Man]
  All american girls are shinin shinin shinin
  And all the latino girls dem shinin shinin shinin
  And all the caribbean girls dem shinin shinin shinin
  Listen to the DJ's song
  [60 Sec. Assassin]
  When 60 strike a mic, I recite precise the hype
  So get it right, make my brothers unite
  I pimp-up scripts and suck on clits
  Vex on wet, niggaz slip and get tossed in a Abyss
  Take yo' last breath cuz 60 sure 'nuff means death
  Comin back like I'm avengin a company's debt
  Recollect, shake your vest thru your chest
  I shoot back, smack the war with blood as evidence
  I done contracts, skip that, for that, you heard it
  Sunz of Man war track, play it back
  Who thought we played that? The Hay stack Calhoun of rap
  Straight jacket, don't beam, yo, track it
  Record settin, department, corrected international business section
  Empolyed by wettin, for whoever in the Hell wanna come contestin
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Well bless the sun and the flesh
  Dunn, of course I'm fresh
  What you ever though that I was writin?
  I'm fuckin, I beg your pardon
  Right in his Ac, crucify tracks and break backs
  Since the '80's, black, ladies attack the young mack
  Generate plaques in place from state to state
  Before 88's snatchin tables, turn turn to turntables
  Rockin stage doors, project hoes, we makin dough
  and I blast at crews with 4-4's, elevate the poor
  Educate more, dampin horse, stamp your whore
  Settle the score, I'm hardcore
  For the top to the bottom, bottom to the top
  Prodigal Sunn, y'all and I just don't stop
  [Chorus]
  [Beenie Man]
  Yo, don't disrespect it, respect it, dunn, follow the motion
  Can't test the man, then go and beat the poor man
  Don't bother this, who me? A real Jamaican
  With a book, come read it to teach a nation
  King Salasi tell us 'bout education
  Marcus Gavi tell us 'bout our poor creation
  With a crowd up in a confusion
  All them trifees do is walk in fling pay cons
  God, nah educate my D's with prostitution
  Wanted men of rasta in a rasta-tution
  Fun, yo, they messin up the situation
  Listen DJ's sing the conversion
  Lyrics never bear now the mic is in-a mi arm
  Knowin come and feel the Sunz of Man
  Who I am? Come here, man, don't ask me where me from
  Summon black will ogel me a pro black man
  Listen to the DJ's song
  [Chorus]

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  No Love Without Hate

  [Chorus x2: Hell Razah]
  It ain't no love without hate
  It ain't no peace without war
  Ain't no madness without the sadness
  So, tell me, where's the love, peace and happiness?
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  17 days of confusion, jostled in the wounds of evil
  My lively technicallity wins a race, based on reality
  See, day and night is still a revolutionary war
  Corruption, Franklin Av, bullets war thru your staff
  I'm a side of a nation, risin without frustration
  I'm caged in the belly of the beast, mind's trapped in prison
  A daily penitentiary, witness and tragedy
  Sankes take after the murder rates and heart aches
  Death stalks, bodies collide with the sidewalk
  The young are triffel, true and lovin like a psycho
  Visions of Heaven and Hell seen thru te eyes of 4th Disciple
  [Hell Razah]
  My arrival to this planet, I was entitled to be physically stranded
  Mentally free now, this be the sound, I travel
  Unravel, you babble, my head is the castle
  Mind is the King, swords be the words
  When I swing, attack you, like a guillotine that's trapped you
  Pass thru the Heavenly atmosphere, where I stare
  Those who fear the truth interfere with lies
  Our black nation must rise, worldwide like the 3rd eye
  I be the law breaker, life or death maker, Haven Razah
  Traitor, eliminator, wicked disintegrator, lyrical earth quaker
  Absorb me, shinin light is mandatory
  I've got knowledge of my self, explanatory
  Of course we be the Sunz of Man, deeper than quick sand
  Expand like gases on our masses of our land
  [Chorus x2]
  [Killah Priest]
  As the world turns, I starve and burn, the pure child
  Livin out of now, took a vow, became wise as an owl
  Sent to guide the crowd, so let me go
  and run this never-endin marathon from out babylon
  But in disgrace, I'm movin at a slow pace
  Gazin at the worldly things like a showcase
  A trife names, like a dice game, can't roll an ace
  I stack dice, my first sacrifice was the corrupt life
  Since birth my old Earth erupted twice
  Now she's up nights, while I'm downtown in Crown Heights
  with the clowns that puff pipes, kids scuffed up in fights
  Amongst thieves like Christ, Killah Priest, the black judite
  [60 Sec. Assassin]
  First thought is the shit be whole apocalypse
  Swordsmanship, the gift, unidentified flyin objects
  Foggy like mist and trip 6 mounds in 5 sips
  Radiatin to represent, takin over the world's testaments
  The revolutionist, brainstorm, evolutionist
  You've been comin off the punitive wars
  Time to break laws, break off cubics like rubics
  Then separate thru Chaka Khan movements with strikes of a buddhist
  Snatch this life, I save it, produce it
  Quick swift to lose it, if you don't lose it, you lose it dime
  Difficult bread, inner serpents, superintendants like juddhists
  Behold the 60 Sec. talk, a/k/a the Assassinator
  Hold the vital smoke and that's all

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  Not Promised Tomorrowshow lyrics

  Not Promised Tomorrow

  [ hell razah ]
  Your not promised tommorrow
  ( you know what I'm sayin )
  We are livin by the bottle
  ( the pages of life turn every day )
  Be careful what you follow
  ( word up, check this one )
  Guns and clips, carried by cliques, eighty six
  Same shit nine six the old and young switch
  Poor verses rich, wars and conflicts hit
  Politics get rich off the bloods and the crips
  Slaves shoot slaves, modern day egypt
  Brooklyn convicts is conned to be vics
  Harassed by the cops from up the block precinct
  Fugitives forever they choose to live together
  Scheme to get cheddar from anybody livin better
  However, the money getters follow trend setters
  Wit black nine berettas now they writin jail letters
  Government give us guns so we go and kill each other
  Handmade drugs destroy our sisters and our brothers
  Some turn thieves defeat theyre seeds and theyre mothers
  Undercover cops under the cover sell glocks
  A free box of shell if you miss any shots
  Crack spots and hell only stops burn cells
  Pale horses, evil forces, crime bosses
  Weak mind double crossers cause mic forces
  [ 60 second assassin ]
  If it don't fit don't force it
  Cant mix the nine wit the caucus
  Picture the ocean without the saltness
  Killas without the forfeit
  Theres no time without me sixty be the last sec youll see
  Another chance to breathe so save it for some ease
  Cause it be a lot of y'all takin in war wit no grease
  In never seen a time to be so easy for a real o.g.
  Cant forget ol d sixty sec back on the set killin spree
  Its been a long time
  No here from, check it for the well elected
  Fans know I'm blessed ( power moves ) yo, come and fear some
  Those wit an ear let em hear somthin
  No more light for a fake to live none
  Heres one, careers done, here come
  The analitical, political, nonsuperstitial
  Biochemical blast the earth by storm words I bomb
  For korans holy Bible the archer rival
  The comin of the noahs, mahadis, messiahs
  The street vibers, the burnin of all mcs by the fire
  The great instead of poles up for hire
  The putnam avenue shotgun
  Up they do run run run they do run run
  Now my niggas around the way f.a. rock
  To the far rock run sews up the block
  Full of bugs get up the sucker trapped
  This ain't halloween take off the mask
  Lot of chumps fakin jacks
  Anty up the money put it in the pot
  I wanna see all this trife
  Or are niggas gonna get blast fast
  No hesitation cause I'm on probation
  Niggas think I got loot to be taken
  Im in for the makin
  Mouthpiece retained so therell be no vacation
  Warning warning a word for the snakin
  [ hell razah ]
  Your not promised tomorrow
  ( word up yo, people dying everyday )
  We are livin in a bottle
  ( drugs and gunplay )
  Be careful what you follow
  ( open your eyes kid )
  We got four individuals
  Each member come together just drop a jewel { repeat sung }
  [ prodigal sunn ]
  It was my third day in supreme court, accused as a murder suspect
  Caught me blazin wit tomalin in guana projects
  A young fugitive soldier but still sober ill
  Over the hill still, punch a cobra in his grill
  Snitches and bitches I reveal, soon to make the devil kneel
  Writing his will for what, for how he got a sway pill
  That will be the day that my skills enhance
  Strengthen my stance no longer takin the world by chance
  Only got one life to live, so I create, make, then give
  Keep it active rollin massive intelligent
  As the days went blood stains still remain on the pavements
  Spear razor sharp, another adolescent shot
  Corrupted cops, yo this shit gotta stop
  Word up man, shit gotta stop man
  ( your not promised tomorrow )
  Niggas is dying everyday
  ( we are livin in a bottle )
  When are you going to realize man
  This shit is for real out here man
  Word up man niggas got to keep their eyes open man )
  Keep your head above water
  ( be careful what you follow )
  Because you know why man?
  We all we got
  Thats my word man
  Yall niggas don't realize it man
  We all gon burn in the motherfuckin fire man
  Thats word up man

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  The Law

  [60 Sec. Assassin]
  Now children go when I send thee
  Uh, now how should I send the law?
  I'm gon' send the Killah Priest
  Through the Sunz of Man
  I'm gon' send in Bethlehem
  It's the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send in
  [Killah Priest]
  A world premier on the frontier for a year
  Those with the ear, let 'em hear
  I ride the camel, wearin' golden sandals
  Gold shield, war force field
  Silver spear, jasper armor flooded with onyx
  Silk garment, a silk cape, a nickel plate breastplate
  A golden helmet, a purple robe clothed with the velvet
  Pullin' my diamond sword through ya pelvis, collar shinin like Elvis
  Studied clubs, a golden club, roll out the white glove
  I'm above, show you love for the general
  Bag me the emeralds, never end the jewels
  Attendin school of thoughts, red curtains, white turbans
  Purple silk, blue quilt, sippin soy milk as the scales tilt
  Holy tablets made from the Abbot's finest fabrics
  Crystal glass, gold rims flooded with gems
  The son of Shim sung me hymns
  Enjoy the royal smell, golden bells
  King Soloman's spells, holy vails
  Instruments of excellence, new testaments
  The annointed, flamboyant, rap for your enjoyment
  [60 Sec. Assassin]
  Now children go when I send thee
  Uh, now how should I send the law?
  I'm gon' send the Prodigal Sunn
  Through the Sunz of Man
  I'm gon' send in Bethlehem
  Through the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send thee
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  My lyric condition, critical, political
  analytical, controversal, diversal, verbal, daily rehearsal
  My ora, presidential, we shed your mental temple for life
  I born supreme knowledge to make the wisdom my wife
  No time for strife, decrease releasin through the mic device
  You better think twice, precise or get crushed like ice
  Ever since I been an MC, never knew nothin to be for free
  The recipe consists of space, time and energy
  Physical isolation escapin, revelation every since creation
  I see the slaves in my nation came to make a change
  Live out my name, sustain The Grain, consider the strange deranged
  Even insane in the brain, I felt the strain of pain
  from the migranes and bloodstains, now I know the game
  and only a few stay the same
  [60 Sec. Assassin, (Hell Razah)]
  Now children go when I send thee
  Uh, now how should I send the law?
  I'm gon' send the Heaven the Hell Raz'
  Through the Sunz of Man
  I'm gon' send in (Brooklyn, Bethlehem, Bethlehem)
  Through the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send in Bethlehem
  [Hell Razah]
  What up, son? Nuttin but clouds and the UFO's
  What's goin' down? Nuttin but souls as we open scrolls
  I was born as a grand Sun of Man from Abraham
  Brooklyn was my Bethelehem, I blessed the land with children
  Keep a gun in hand, must understand my plan
  you drown in the quicksand, hair wrapped like arabs from Iran
  We crash clubs, black blood, shed for money love
  Backstabber's hugs, little kids follow thugs sellin drugs
  Unlawful marriages, miscarriages, savages livin fabulous
  Buildin drug palaces, players play 'til that day of repentance
  A one way entrance, a death or life sentence
  I'm like the banker, when I thank a wave my interest
  Hell Razah, I come with prophecies, missioners possibly
  Animosity, keep you watchin me
  The golden owl, while you approach
  I make your coach throw in the towel
  Use you consonants and vowels
  Precious jewels stress them fools, drop your tool
  Stop repentin, now go where I sent him
  [60 Sec. Assassin]
  Now children go when I send in 60 Sec.
  Uh, now how should I send the law?
  I'm gon' send the one by one
  One was the ity bity baby
  Two was the palmentor, south pole
  Three was the hebrew, children
  Four was the son standin at the door
  Three was the hebrew, children
  Two was the palmentor, south pole
  One was the ity bity baby
  wrapped all in that
  I may know what you gon' name that
  A stranger that's born, born as a Sun of Man
  You and you, Sunz of Man want you
  You and you, you and you
  Sunz of Man drop jewels, you and you

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  Armed Robbery

  [sample]
  You didn't have any guard downstairs?
  You didn't have a look out? Huh?
  Fifteen years, we never been hit, we changed apartments
  We never used that one before, we thought we were okay
  You thought, well your ass must have been thinking
  Because now we're out 300,000 dollars, do you hear me good?
  Do you hear me good? We're out 300,000 dollars
  Now what do we do? Huh?
  [Intro: Shabazz The Disciple]
  Armed Robbery
  [Supreme repeating this throughout the whole song]
  Dirty ones, flamers, bastards, robbers
  [Shabazz the Disciple]
  I stalk like a hawk on the sidewalk
  Lookin for my prey, sometimes I hit the subway
  Schemin to catch a jackpot
  Shit is hot, too many cops, I think I'll run up in the crack spot
  I started learnin shit, no I'm scramblin
  Approach a group of shorties who were gamblin
  I play it off and ask one of them a question
  "Yo shorty, I'm lost, yo help me out with some protection"
  We started kickin, and somethin kept shinin
  I looked at his hand, it was a ring full of diamonds
  Evil is my level of thinkin
  Get all I could get and leave niggas dead and stinkin
  I drew my guns from a hoister on my side
  This is a stickup, don't make it a fuckin homicide
  Give me the gats, quick fast, so my nine will blast
  And gave it up and did a hundred yard dash
  I had shorty on the ground, face down
  Shittin and pissin, another pressure from the 3 pound
  I cold stripped his ass, pistol whipped his ass
  Robbed him blind, left his ass all gashed
  [Chorus: Shabazz the Disciple]
  Committin Armed Robberies
  Committin Armed Robberies
  Committin Armed Robberies
  Tryin to best, but the fat fuck poverty
  [Shabazz the Disciple]
  Continued on my mission, I went to the corner
  To the phone booth and called 'Preme and the troops
  I told 'Preme to plan it with a carry
  Cuz we're we goin tonight, yo it's kinda scary
  I told him bring grenades and extra drivers
  To pull this shit off right, we can't leave survivors
  Reach the scene of the crime, got on the job
  Dressed to rob was the muthafuckin Mad Mob
  We left the driver wit the engine runnin
  Ran up in the buildin, on our way to make a killin
  Reach the floor, rang the bell on the door
  Cop my four-four, ready to ring them niggas raw
  I rang the bell once more, and nigga opened the door
  Bla, bla, I put his brains on the floor
  We ran up in the spot, lettin off mad shots
  Until the last nigga dropped
  And when he dropped, I realized it was crime
  I said to myself, "Yeah, this nigga ass is mine"
  Slapped him with the magnum, wrapped him up, dragged him
  Tied him to a muthafuckin chair and I gagged him
  Torture muthafuckas, we, you know how we do
  Cut off all his fingers and dwelt him wit a needle
  When he recuperated, then he cooperated
  He started singin where his drugs were being operated
  Buck to the chest, bang to the head
  Bream shot up in the ear to make sure he's dead
  The next thing on my mind, yo it was leavin
  But first I gotta make sure no one else is breathin
  We took climb down the fire escape
  Stripped him of his mon', and we took the safe
  Dealt from Supreme and my cousin Pumpster
  We packed him in a body bag, dumped him a dumpster
  Left his ass in the garbage, all smothered
  Threw a grenade in the window, and ran for cover
  We saw a witness on our way out the gutter
  My little cousin Pumps slit his throat wit a box cutter
  While he was layin and gaggin, I put a two to his head
  And blew that shit up wit lead
  And peep the click and my nine out
  Jumped in the Beamo, wit the safe and we headed for the hideout
  I was thinkin about that floatin catastrophe
  We left at least 10 or more casualties
  Splattered around, butt naked
  The only means of identity is there muthafuckin dental records
  [Chorus]
  [Shabazz the Disciple]
  So stay away from Armed Robbers
  That's somethin ya don't know about
  Use your brain before I blow it out
  I'm leavin niggas in pieces, given 'em closed caskets
  Even the fuckin priests
  Stickin spots in churches, runnin around puttin devils in hearses
  Livin in poverty bothers me

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  All We Got (us)

  [Intro: Hell Razah]
  What's today's Sunz-ematics?
  [Hell Razah]
  Date of birth, '92, the first group out of the Wu
  Ten years, paid our dues, of writin' these jewels
  A "soldier" in the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
  Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
  It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
  Anointed by the RZA noises, 4th Disciple and Supreme
  '98, Red Ant signed us, Cathy was beside us
  And linked us with Earth, Wind & Fire (you're a shining star)
  Label went bankrupt, album went gold quietly
  Got out our contracts, happily free
  Now it's D3, 2 On The Road and GG'z
  We ain't regular M.C.'s, we prophet M.C.'s
  Wu Killa Beez with a Sunz of Man beam
  With four diamond rings, we already been kings
  Now it's time to transform the hoes into queens
  Opposin' my team, is like souls in a dream
  I watch brother show off and die off of CREAM
  I speak for the dead souls that's locked in a bean
  I speak for the dead souls that's locked in a bean
  I speak for the angels with chopped off wings
  [Chorus x2: Madam D]
  All, you're all we got, you're all we got
  All we got, all we got is us, through the good and the bad times
  [Prodigal Sunzini]
  Even though times is hard, I stay divine, shine for God
  Some people change, money exchange, the love of fame
  And it's a cryin' shame, my brother's lyin' dyin' in vain
  Supplyin' the game, livin' out the next man's name
  Complete your steps, we got to move quiet as kept
  Seen a lot of teens get swept, cause one man slept
  And all we really got is us, who can we really trust
  Silly of you, to think that I would hate us
  Movin' as one, ain't nothin' new under the sun
  Same fiends, same drugs, same guns, relax a little
  Focus on tracks and make classes
  Black sounds of Satin, grace and satisfaction
  Hold my fans to the very end, we all we got
  Through thick and thin, we rise as the world spins
  [Chorus]
  [LA the Darkman]
  Feel like I'm locked in a cell, LA the Darkman, Nelson Mandela
  I gave out consignment, fuck you, nigga, pay me
  Elementary, dear Watson, gats keep poppin'
  Drugs keep clockin', and feds keep watchin'
  So I stay low pro, always keep the calico
  Beemer or the Benz, both got the stash, yo
  [Chorus]
  [Outro: Madam D]
  You're all we get, you're all we got
  All we got is us, through the good and the bad times

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  Combatshow lyrics

  Combat

  What's up man?
  Aight
  [more talking]
  Yo Priest what's up with that track man?
  Let me represent that shit for dolo man, fuck that
  Yo fuck that man, word is bond
  I'm reckin on this mike man, fuck that kid
  [Sunz Of Man]
  What up
  [Hell Razah]
  I'mma transport inside the mind that ya got
  And I'mma transport to a braisol and drop to begin
  To spread ya Aloe head gel
  Every tape has an inmate and blow up ya brain cells
  All ya reactions is trapped in my time warp
  And smoke 'em, ya get leg broken
  Home, choken by roast a deli slogans
  To once, quick to get guns I blow ya open
  I'm from the L's of the Murderville
  Where we possess to kill, and strangle the demons, cuz schemin on skills
  My styles is disguised, nigga ply ya naked eye
  I twist minds, insert through ya disc drives
  To reprogram ya dead computer, they ain't no future
  When ya beein in a killin zone cross shooter
  Hype is not for winners it's for sinners that are losers
  Guess I spell profanity, on all mics that'll handle me
  Then I brain damage, leave ya deaf, dumb and stranded
  Abandon all ya missed, understand it understands
  See it's hectic, for niggas that quenchin
  So they get wetted, with techs in their hands, hoes in they head
  Ran on my land, ya kind digest raw stress
  When all ya thoughts up gots to pay tape, I'm x rated
  And love to kick that I made it
  Religion is racism, and I ate this rhythem
  Oh shit, time to execute that new manuever
  Cuz I feel this shit will be very unexpected
  My mind a worse, weapon, murderin all cyphers and sessions
  I love my moms, cuz havin her gone was a blessin
  And they know until I stop, not be ready to I fuck it
  Chop ya head, style, I'm the ripper
  The mentally ill individual, growin up,
  thinkin like, hangin with criminals
  I'm on a Ram-Page and plus I'm lyrical, miracles
  We make niggas dig up they graves, like the Aztecs with AIDS
  All hell pays when ya livin in my Horror Days, in my Horror Days
  [yelling & arguing]
  [Zodiac Killah]
  Verbally surprising, mind magnetizin
  Niggas is hypnotized from the rhymes I'm vocalizin
  Paragraphs, thoughts, thoughts from distorture
  I dare, from L's, to when they dwell to my ears fell out
  I get buddha black when I reless the stress
  Thoughts that I address, niggas can't contest
  Ya get rained on, this random in the flap with the brainstorm
  Create that new shit while ya still singin the same songs
  Get it straight, I paralize ya mind state with hate
  Intense pain, ya brain get maintained to wait superparalysis
  Allowing these brain cells with cow asarbavation
  Of a situation that makes an analysis
  Conclusion, bust might cause confusion cause of the words
  How you like substitution, conclusion, have ya brain get brutalized
  Sabotage ya mental, my rhymes ya can't manage
  Those that battle, I got that aight no with brain damage
  Niggas step I guess suicidal intentions
  Get throwed out the rain like a dame women extensions
  I leave ya with ya mind in potention
  That rhymes that I mention,
  will blast you through a whole nother dimension
  Your pores, tossed in the land of the lost
  I keep it real, when it feels no remorse, those that cross
  My path, will get blasted to the beginning
  The bottom of the barrel, no tears to admit cuz ya
  thoughts is crazy narrow
  Nah, amplifly the death blow front
  If you wan't the chance to die, rap fanatic
  A slave to the rhythem like an adict
  Man slaughter, my solid flow is sorta automatic
  When I lift up the spliff and I rip up a rhyme
  For the fool who wanna flip, I gotta rip on the night
  When whenever, I'm clever with the style that I shoot with
  Full of funk, electryifing like ya execution
  To give to the top, a rock, a droppet

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  Bring Back The Mike

  Yeah niggas
  Comin straight straight thru
  Killah Priest
  Y-Kim on the tracks
  Sunz Of Man, 60 Sec.
  Prodigal Sunn, Holy Psychatrist
  Zodiac Killah, Hell Razah
  Dreddy Kruger in the house
  Peace to RZA, Population Click
  Shorty Shy, Wu-Tang
  We gonna come thru like this
  [Killah Priest]
  I use my pistol like a missile, utensil, chops into the mental
  Of the simple, brain with game that's natural
  Like actual brains of rice
  I leave stains on mic, from darkness I spark then
  bring back the light
  Niggas is sweet like a Ms. Good Bar
  I leave ya ass strung out like a fuckin guitar
  So bring them hither, with the, could you run
  You niggas try to slither when I be the Sun
  Lord of ya fuckin barricade, stompin ya ass with a
  land thru deep and narrow caves
  So act up and have ya found laces shook
  Ya rhyme took, boy I give you thirsty looks
  Like a bear who just been robbed of his cubs is a slaughter
  I gone thru the water and the mud
  The way I slay it, is rather unique
  Instead of using tech 9's, I'd rather use a technique
  With direct speed, I make ya sufficant
  I send ya upper lake, scarred, scuffed out and scraped
  Mic's Of Insanity
  dododododododododo
  [60 Second Assassin]
  Create my flow
  60 Sec
  Now let's move the intro duct
  Guard ya shit
  My maze get under ya skin, beneath ya surface with aim
  Hurt his, black, livel actin
  The act, the opposite of a fact is a fake
  In depth, waitin on is arixec, disease
  I tie knots in niggas legs and make knees
  John James Brown said "Please, please, take my hand"
  Yours flow, your style has now been burried in burns land
  With the Arch Angel, Seventh the Land
  And a voice from the temple ordered to form the ground
  Sand, the Hell, twight pore the bells upon rivers
  Problems rebel, now let us reglow, upon the waters
  into they become blood
  So is blood under the sun?
  You better go speak to the nun
  Before he become priest thru the assassin's elite
  Bringin agony and agony to niggas feet
  Who swivel what war? Learn to speak
  While I get in the circus for hundred and 43 thousand peeps
  Like I said my flow goes beyond and under the deep
  There's no peace without war
  So shall I beat the meat, you obsalete, bringin destruction to his peep
  Rollin is the deep in the night, my trife is the
  Killah Priest
  A Prodigal Sunn who sits in the northwest corner of the right
  By dawns early light
  You who cover the slummin of the 360 degrees sight
  The allegic, who done takin rap beyond the testaments
  With this advancemiss
  I dial up anyone who second changin this
  Style be ransom in this
  Mic's Of Insanity
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  From many centuries and decades
  My nations softer then bagion mistreated
  Defeated, over powered by the conjegation
  Now I face life thru mental death
  Havin black outs, visions of the Earth before my day of birth
  But even them from the crew spirt, who had no aura and no understandin
  How the world turn
  Many cause to fall victim to reality
  They shall die in inequity, they loss for eternity
  Throw the boat on that bullshit
  Makin a parody, cuz I see thru grinches, shatter ya fuckin teeth
  Bag and spittin up with ammo, as I get scratcho
  Separate Jamal the Chemistry in the Seven Jails
  I got the mind of a murderer, bison, held captive
  Torn to seven years, buy the addistence
  I fear on, to the wicked, but his time is limited
  Cut the Angel low and surround down to the innocent
  On the face, baggin off forgiveness
  The penalty is 11 plagues of diseases and illnesses
  I steal vultures on the otto walls, million peace
  34 thousands techniques, to devour the beast
  Devastated by the ebonimation, give it ridest
  But who here wanna get held captivity, shall be diminished
  Mic's Of Insanity
  [Hell Razah]
  You know have the right to remain silent
  Cuz all violent nights are deadly nights
  Dead murderers stretch the death rate to express stress and hate
  Mental activity, the style of potential that's a left
  To infinity, and could it be
  Will take a team, full of schemin demon
  Cuz I transport and stalk inside and murder ya daughter
  While ya brain is caught dreamin about it
  Big heads, with little brains get damaged
  I'm a menace stranded, to my reality is finished
  No order without no rights
  You can be ordered behind the walls of hell
  Or jail, it don't discriminate
  Similar to the ones that wanna iminitate raps

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  Black Or White

  [Intro: Prodigal Sunn sample (Hell Razah)]
  Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
  Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
  Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man.. album is out there)
  [Snuggle Up]
  I gotta be the best at this
  Fingle what the next man say
  When I spit, shit get serious
  Competition I devour
  God made devil to show and prove god power
  no matter day or the hour
  Special, quick to gun test you
  Sneeze, I bless you
  Hollows may distress you, rest you
  Six-feet under, pop do what the bumba
  Rise, what happened to my sun? he got done
  And yeah, the whole Olympics couldn't run my lap
  I said it don't matter what gun, it ain't my gat
  I said it don't matter what gun, it ain't my gat
  I said it don't matter what gun, it ain't my gat
  [Hell Razah]
  Cops is racist, death comes in many phases
  The courageous stay cuffed behind iron bracelets
  Minimum wages, shoot-outs and court cases (get off me, get off me)
  Even plans of gettin' money how Bill Gates is
  Young lives being taken by the .45
  Genocide'll rise 'til glory die
  Every other hour more bullets fly
  Victim of the crime, big brother's rise
  Some'll wonder why father's wanna cry
  Different world, same characters in the facts of life
  It's your Jeopardy to sell-out, when the price is right
  I'm your turn from the Wheel of Fortune, who wanna spin?
  You got thieves that'll rob ya coffin, who wanna sin?
  We born walking in this Street Monopoly
  If it ain't truth, it's philosophy
  You better use your words properly
  [Hook: Prodigal Sunn sample (Prodigal Sunn)]
  Black or White, I write it for the world to hear
  (This goes out to my people all over the world)
  Black or White, I write it for the world to hear
  (Every man, woman and child, boy and girl)
  Black or White, I write it for the world to hear
  (Through the hard times, drama and tears we still here)
  Black or White, I write it for the world to hear
  (I write it for my fam, who not here, who do care)
  [Holy Smokes]
  They said Smokes' in the place
  you better pat him on the waist
  Caught another case
  Slept through my court date
  Bombs in place
  firearms embrace
  Still belt-buckles and brass knuckles
  and fuck youths when I tussle
  Ghost spread this quick, sick contagious
  Gossip, snake-pits, it's filled with targets
  Marksmen, sharpen the ammunition
  Crushin', lumpin', whatever's tucked in
  He said she said she willin' to give me head
  if I pay Carned
  Chronic blows to the nostrils
  stainin' my clothes
  CO's smell one whiff of the breath, piss-test
  the top Abbot, habits I have it
  Shots they stay fabric
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Fifty-to-a-hun' and statistics of a father and son
  Die from the mouth of the chrome metal
  We so shallow in the ghetto with crumbs, we settle for none
  Stay mellow to the snare and drum, we wear one
  I dare not run, son of a gun, to come in cases
  Hood to the centre-stages, jus' my sound ages
  Treble high, we smoke berry haze to this
  Spend days in this, complete glazed to this
  Stereotype deliver more truth through mics
  Keep the youth right, don't give a fuck who you like
  through day and night, the pain restrain
  for the fights of the fallen battleships
  panels on the strip, a little laughter for the good times
  tears from the blood-drips
  Shorty barely sixteen strippin', trickin' for tips
  It be the same, all over the world
  Ghetto blues, as we rise to the top of the chart
  Sparks fuse
  [Hook]
  [Prodigal Sunn]
  Write it for my fam who not here who do care
  Through the hard times, drama and tears we still here

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  Banksta'z

  [Intro: movie sample]
  We are all obligated to pay off the debt
  The national debt to these international banksters
  That's - that's the bottom line
  The bottom line is money
  International banksters, gangsters
  Yes, the banksters, banksters, banksters...
  [Intro: Hell Razah]
  60 Second Assas', (black banksta'z) S.O.M. original (black banksta'z)
  Wu Killa Beez, Sunzini, 12 O'Clock
  Aiyo Knight, we bout to pop it off (John the Baptist, aiyo, we all)
  [Hell Razah]
  Banksta, polish my shoes, tiltin' my hat
  Rockin' my jewels, knowledge my booze, kissin' my gat
  Aiyo, P, we need that walk child money
  We be hungry, death to these niggas who take from me
  I rep for the ghetto and cities, states and countries
  White t-shirts and blue dungaries, smokin' on a ton of weed
  Landin' on land that's overseas
  In them S.U.V.'s and we polly for more g's
  Who that sphinx in a mint jump suit, don't make me fling you
  My two wizards, casino sisters, I'll have 'em drain you
  It's painful to live in our shoes, hit you with jewels
  All my banksta'z, get in the groove, rubbin' your ooze
  Cop anchors like Italians and Jews, we bring it to you like
  Prophecy news, for all ya'll Kay Slays, Flexes and Clues
  [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin (Hell Razah)]
  Banksta'z (black billionaires ownin' companies)
  Banksta'z (you ever see some Malcolm X currency?)
  We straight bankstaz (project fakers, hallway casinos)
  Banksta'z (we roll like Shaft, die like Pacino)
  [60 Second Assassin]
  I'm a banksta, I watch 'em go 'head, I keep money, and hop on these
  So money never meant a thing to me, yo watch me go on, I got dough, shoppin' spree
  I'm a banksta, I keep money, so fresh from the heels
  Money never meant a thing to me, Killa Bee killed, Bedstuy
  I'm a banksta, I keep money, with somethin' real for your grill
  Money never meant a thing to me, packin' steel, fuck around
  I got it growin' on trees, and it's this heat you will feel
  I'm a banksta, half of you six, just take it back in the booth
  Never you knew, not even more or less, half of my crew
  Takin' your loot, beat you to you're black and turn blue
  Watch us, Black Satin, we the banksta'z, bring it on through (Black banksta'z)
  Fuck who you knew, son in your booth, my nizzle what the fuck you gon' do
  Material untaxable, so any trap will do, cause I'mma mack it on through
  60 Second, I'mma bash your whole crew
  [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin (Hell Razah)]
  Banksta'z (acres and mortages on houses)
  We straight banksta'z (we add and multiply cash by the thousands)
  [Prodigal Sunzini]
  We bank up with money bags and bring trucks made my Jaguar
  S.O.M., where money's is deep dish, we eat fish
  P-Sun, banksta one, where is my guns
  Measure my temple, treasure my mental, ya'll niggas limble
  Now got your dentals, through your dimpels, it's all so simple then
  Bank, off that green brocco', chocolate expresso
  Twist a wetto, 36 strong, in Puerto Rico, fly tolitos
  Die for my people, ride for my people
  [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin]
  Banksta'z (get that street money)
  Banksta'z (that weed money)
  We straight banksta'z (and street money)
  Straight banksta'z (get that freak money)
  [RZA]
  Yo, my street officials, is bust through this municipal
  Building, and snatch back the entrance off my principal
  Banksta'z, my bank account is strictly digital
  High royalty visiduals, my staff be made invisible
  Banksta'z, fuckin' the President daughter
  Resident out in Florida, platinum plaques on the corridor
  We those banksta'z, that shit rhyme was gangsta
  You may catch me down on Lakerson, pushin' the eighteen inch anchor
  One hundred pennyweight boy, the black mini tank
  Just caught a quarter mill' in cash, up from Citibank
  [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin]
  Banksta'z (get that street money)
  Banksta'z (that weed money)
  [12 O'Clock]
  Banksta'z, gettin' that dough, shootin' that fo'
  At them jealous muthafuckas tryin' stop our flow
  We them banksta'z, 2 On The Road, two on the globe (street money)
  Doin' shows in Alaska where it's twenty below
  Be them banksta'z, (that weed money), Benz truck, hummers in the snow
  Wit them twenty inch rims, lookin' fifty four
  Double barrel shotgun, fuck sawin' it off
  Blow a nigga head off, if he sneeze or cough
  Whose the boss, 12 O'Clock, nigga, Sunz, of course
  Carry a fifty g check in my Wu-Tang shorts
  We them banksta'z
  [Chorus: 60 Second Assassin]
  Banksta'z (get that street money)
  Banksta'z (that weed money)
  We straight banksta'z (and street money)
  Banksta'z (get that freak money)