Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Stages of Consciousness

Intro: killa sin, p.r.

Yeah, yeah, one, two, it out, yo
5 of consciousness right here
You got your conscious, yeah i'mean, word up
You got your
You got super-conscious
You got your

*various by both*

sin]
Yo, I forever stay dunn,
run gun under the pelly, kind of heavy
Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the
Thirsty to but thought twice before I took time 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 the squad, already bars on my crib
With guns drawn, seekin killa sin who done slid
Many moons ago, across town
heights blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a fuck
I puff a bone, a usual suspect, I'll be
Allah sees everything, bad boy is the key to longevity
So, this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your life
And I

[p.r.
recovered at homocide scenes, living of rhyming schemes
Always had to be discovered and meanwhile had to blow trial
Not put in like the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected guns
Had to watch my when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at ceo's
maternals 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
the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor
The knowledge, sylabbles and my name is straight
Killarmy running through your fucking era
five stages of consciousness, we swiftly change like the weather
And control forecast, traffic, off the pad, alive in the act
Your to subjects just like math, ram you off in the first half
This quarter wont last, your leaning on the trigger, guns
Blaow, leaves this track smashed

9]
Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this stage
You gotta maintain, cope with the stress and
Still in seek of the shelter blocks out the rain
A thirty down in the flesh, my mental
to much time to explain
The duty of a wise man, to the minds, some blame
With physical, mental, will and emotion
The to control my infinite devotions
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 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 begin to strike
I waste no now searching for a mystery
With every twenty five thousand, we renew our
We be the gods, the asiatic men, and not reacting
We actually run shit and defend

*martial art

Aiyyo, three trapped in the belly of the beast
Got me on some, the large, fuck the fed coats
Fuck the judges, cause they don't two shits about us
Black man, woman and child, how were living over
Trapped in the worst part, when like this happen on the regular
Innocent bystanders get off on the streets of my stomping grounds
With constant war pops off, bottles on the regular
Like clock work to be

prince]
The general wise out in fatigues, mentally for I bleed
And promised to feed the deceased, was the general in the army
Little little bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to survive
Civilized the eighty-five and many lives
But these water head niggaz dealt the four devils
Ceased the rebel and broke the God down physically to another level
Madman at his weight, the great general pass the
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, even family memeber swill have to pay
Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get the right way
We're not with feelings, I spare the children
niggaz get destroyed, four niggaz is building
Revenge the general, thats I quote and tape up grenades to your head
And watch your brains

[shogun
Yo, yo, I sling horse slang like
Rebel dope that numbs brain
a shot of novacainne
In your you will feel no pain
I teach you with my sword
And the was poisonous
Snakes speak lies and words is venomous
Wu hits come continouscause I don't a fuck about '97
Ain't feelin
See what I'm revealin is the
In actual be the proof
The youth be the
And the elders be the
I stand solid, under
This black man be the intelligent
be the word's for my testament
Writen of the thought
That makes me give props and sell like catacrops
Mother