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 sub-conscious You got your You got your
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[killa Yo, I forever stay dunn, Money run gun the pelly, kind of heavy pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line Thirsty to dump but thought twice before I took to waist un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hop he relizes what he did Perhaps got a child on the line and I got time for no pen See battle up to warn the squad, already on my crib With their guns drawn, seekin killa sin who slid Many ago, across town whereabouts Unknown heights blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a I puff a bone, a suspect, I'll never be Allah everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to your life And I
[p.r. Magazines recovered at homocide scenes, of rhyming schemes Always had dreams to be discovered and had to blow trial Not put in foul the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected guns Had to watch my back when I shit and piss, niggaz nuts at ceo's Leaving maternals frisked, derenched, buck 50 smile Your face get lifted and then you shift into facility Same shit, back in the world, I stand strong and watch the curl the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor The knowledge, sylabbles and my name is straight Killarmy running through your fucking era With five stages of consciousness, we swiftly change the weather And control forecast, rough traffic, off the pad, in the act Your stuck to subjects just like math, ram you off in the half This quarter wont last, leaning on the trigger, guns blast Blaow, super-conscious leaves track smashed
9] Harpoons for hard times, kid, going this difficult stage You gotta maintain, cope the stress and pain Still in seek of the shelter that blocks out the A thirty down in the flesh, my pretains Took to time to explain The duty of a wise man, to the minds, some will With this physical, mental, will and The aquizations to control my infinite is to seek the onslaught, cause we express thoughts To the seeds the wrong foods, that made with their knots My dude is to civilize and were cutting them, they must of got stregthalized I take it upon myself to the disguise You snake, I tie you to the graphite, tight If now to live, you would to strike I no time now searching for a mystery With every five thousand, we renew our history We be the gods, the asiatic black men, and not We actually run shit and defend
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Aiyyo, three trapped in the belly of the beast Got me on some, fuck the large, the fed coats Fuck the judges, cause they don't two shits about us Black man, and child, how were living over here Trapped in the worst part, when things like this on the regular Innocent bystanders get trapped off on the streets of my grounds With war pops off, wine bottles on the regular Like clock work to be
prince] The general wise out in fatigues, for life I bleed And promised to feed the deceased, was the supreme in the army Little intelligent little bug, with thugs that sold drugs to survive Civilized the eighty-five and saved lives But these water head niggaz with the four devils the rebel and broke the God down physically down to another level Madman at his weight, the great general pass the With a smile on his face, I if you was hear pussy niggaz get tourtured, while I stick hooks up their noses And cut of their ears, their family memeber swill have to pay Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get the right way We're not with feelings, I spare the children Weak get destroyed, four niggaz is building Revenge the general, thats what I quote and up grenades to your head And watch your brains
assasson] Yo, yo, I horse slang like coccaine Rebel dope that your brain Like a of novacainne In death you will feel no pain I should you with my sword And the was poisonous speak lies and their words is venomous Wu hits come continouscause I give a fuck about '97 Ain't this See what I'm is the truth In fact be the proof The be the proof And the elders be the I stand solid, firment This man be the garment intelligent These be the word's for my Writen of the thought makes me give props and sell tapes like catacrops Mother