Intro: killa sin, p.r.
Yeah, yeah, one, two, it out, yo 5 stages of consciousness right You got your conscious, yeah i'mean, word up You got your You got super-conscious You got magnetic-conscious
*various by both*
[killa Yo, I forever stay dunn, Money run gun the pelly, kind of heavy Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but by the waist-line Thirsty to dump but thought twice I took time to waist None un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hop he relizes he did Perhaps you've got a on the line and I got time for no pen See battle up to warn the squad, bars on my crib With their guns drawn, seekin sin who done slid Many moons ago, across town Unknown heights loud out, you, me like who gives a fuck I puff a bone, a usual suspect, I'll be Allah everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your And I
[p.r. Magazines recovered at homocide scenes, of rhyming schemes Always had dreams to be and meanwhile had to blow trial Not put in like the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected guns Had to my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at ceo's Leaving maternals frisked, faces derenched, buck 50 face get lifted and then you shift into another facility Same shit, in the world, I stand strong and watch the weak curl the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor The knowledge, sylabbles and my name is terror Killarmy running through your fucking era With five stages of consciousness, we swiftly like the weather And control forecast, traffic, off the pad, alive in the act Your stuck to subjects just like math, ram you off in the half This quarter last, your leaning on the trigger, guns blast Blaow, super-conscious this track smashed
9] Harpoons for hard times, kid, through this difficult stage You gotta maintain, cope with the stress and Still in seek of the shelter that blocks out the A thirty down in the flesh, my pretains Took to much time to The duty of a man, to the minds, some will blame With this physical, mental, will and The aquizations to control my infinite Which is to seek the onslaught, cause we express To the seeds the wrong foods, that made them their knots My is to civilize and penalize Throats were cutting them, they of got stregthalized I take it upon myself to reveal the You fucking snake, I tie you to the graphite, If now to live, you would begin to I no time now searching for a mystery With every twenty five thousand, we renew our We be the gods, the asiatic men, and not reacting We run this shit and defend
*martial art
Aiyyo, years trapped in the belly of the beast Got me on some, fuck the large, fuck the fed Fuck the judges, cause they don't give two shits us Black man, and child, how were living over here Trapped in the worst part, when things this happen on the regular Innocent bystanders get trapped off on the streets of my stomping With constant war pops off, wine bottles on the Like clock to be specific
[9th The wise out in fatigues, mentally for life I bleed And promised to the deceased, was the supreme general in the army Little intelligent bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to survive the eighty-five and saved many lives But these water head dealt with the four devils Ceased the rebel and broke the God down physically down to another Madman at his weight, the general pass the weight With a smile on his face, I swear if you was These pussy niggaz get tourtured, while I stick hooks up their And cut of their ears, their family memeber swill have to pay Brothers, mothers, sisters and get manslaughtered the right way We're not with feelings, I spare the children Weak niggaz get destroyed, niggaz is building Revenge the general, thats what I quote and tape up to your head And your brains explode
[shogun Yo, yo, I horse slang like coccaine Rebel dope that numbs your a shot of novacainne In death you will feel no pain I should teach you my sword And the was poisonous speak lies and their words is venomous Wu hits come continouscause I don't give a about '97 feelin this See what I'm revealin is the In actual fact be the The be the proof And the elders be the I solid, under firment black man be the garment intelligent These be the for my testament documents of the thought That makes me give and sell tapes like catacrops Mother