Intro: killa sin, p.r.
Yeah, yeah, one, two, it out, yo 5 of consciousness right here You got conscious, yeah know i'mean, word up You got your You got super-conscious You got your
*various talk by
sin] Yo, I forever stay dunn, Money run gun the pelly, kind of heavy Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the Thirsty to dump but thought twice I took time to waist None un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hop he 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 sin who done slid moons ago, across town whereabouts Unknown heights blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a I puff a bone, a usual suspect, never be sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity So, take this advice, while I the thought to take your life And I
[p.r. Magazines recovered at homocide scenes, of rhyming schemes Always had to be discovered and meanwhile had to blow trial Not put in foul like the rest of them, seventeen blade infected guns Had to watch my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at Leaving frisked, faces derenched, buck 50 smile Your face get and then you shift into another facility Same shit, back in the world, I stand strong and watch the weak >from the pressure of life, career endeavor The knowledge, and my name is straight terror Killarmy running through your whole era With five stages of consciousness, we change like the weather And forecast, rough traffic, off the pad, alive in the act Your stuck to just like math, ram you off in the first half This wont last, your leaning on the trigger, guns blast Blaow, super-conscious leaves track smashed
9] Harpoons for hard times, kid, through this difficult stage You gotta maintain, with the stress and pain in seek of the shelter that blocks out the rain A down in the flesh, my mental pretains Took to time to explain The duty of a wise man, to the minds, some blame With physical, mental, will and emotion The aquizations to control my devotions Which is to seek the onslaught, cause we express To the seeds the wrong foods, made them with their knots My dude is to and penalize Throats were cutting them, must of got stregthalized I take it upon to reveal the disguise You fucking snake, I tie you to the graphite, If now to live, you would begin to I waste no time now searching for a With every twenty five thousand, we renew our We be the gods, the black men, and not reacting 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 give two about us man, woman and child, how were living over here Trapped in the worst part, things like this happen on the regular Innocent bystanders get off on the streets of my stomping grounds With constant war off, wine bottles on the regular Like clock to be specific
prince] The general wise out in fatigues, mentally for life I And promised to the deceased, was the supreme general in the army Little intelligent bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to survive Civilized the and saved many lives But these water head niggaz dealt with the devils Ceased the rebel and the God down physically down to another level Madman at his weight, the great general the weight With a on his face, I swear if you was hear These pussy get tourtured, while I stick hooks up their noses And cut of their ears, even family memeber swill have to pay Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get the right way We're not dealing feelings, I spare the children Weak niggaz get destroyed, four is building Revenge the general, thats what I quote and tape up grenades to head And watch brains explode
[shogun Yo, yo, I sling slang like coccaine Rebel dope numbs your brain Like a shot of In your death you will no pain I should teach you my sword And the was poisonous Snakes lies and their words is venomous Wu hits continouscause I don't give a fuck about '97 Ain't feelin See what I'm is the truth In actual be the proof The be the proof And the be the roots I stand solid, under This man be the garment intelligent These be the for my testament Writen of the thought That makes me give props and tapes like catacrops fuckers