Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Stages of Consciousness

Intro: sin, p.r. terrrorist

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

*various talk by

sin]
Yo, I stay ready dunn,
Money run gun under the pelly, kind of
Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but by the waist-line
Thirsty to dump but twice before I took time to waist
None un-mine in his swine, I let him now hop he relizes what he did
Perhaps you've got a on the line and I got time for no pen
See battle up to the squad, already bars on my crib
With their guns drawn, seekin killa sin who slid
Many moons ago, town whereabouts
Unknown heights blaring out, you, me like who gives a fuck
I puff a bone, a usual suspect, never be
Allah sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to
So, take this advice, I reiterate the thought to take your life
And I

[p.r.
Magazines at homocide scenes, living of rhyming schemes
Always had dreams to be discovered and meanwhile had to blow
Not put in foul like the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected
Had to watch my back when I and piss, niggaz busting nuts at ceo's
Leaving maternals frisked, derenched, buck 50 smile
Your get lifted and then you shift into another facility
Same shit, back in the world, I stand strong and watch the curl
>from the of everyday life, career endeavor
The knowledge, sylabbles and my name is straight
Killarmy running your whole fucking era
five stages of consciousness, we swiftly change like the weather
And forecast, rough traffic, off the pad, alive in the act
Your stuck to subjects just math, ram you off in the first half
This quarter last, your leaning on the trigger, guns blast
Blaow, super-conscious leaves this track

9]
Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this difficult
You maintain, cope with 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 blame
With physical, mental, will and emotion
The aquizations to control my devotions
Which is to the onslaught, cause we express thoughts
To the seeds the wrong foods, that made with their knots
My is to civilize and penalize
Throats cutting them, they must of got stregthalized
I take it myself 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 thousand, we renew our history
We be the gods, the asiatic men, and not reacting
We actually run this shit and

art sample*

Aiyyo, three years trapped in the of the beast
Got me on some, fuck the large, the fed coats
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 like this happen on the
Innocent bystanders get off on the streets of my stomping grounds
With war pops off, wine bottles on the regular
clock work to be specific

[9th
The general wise out in fatigues, mentally for I bleed
And promised to feed the deceased, was the supreme in the army
Little little bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to survive
Civilized the and saved many lives
But these water head niggaz dealt with the four
Ceased the rebel and broke the God down down to another level
at his weight, the great general pass the weight
With a on his face, I swear if you was hear
These pussy niggaz get tourtured, while I stick up their noses
And cut of their ears, even their family memeber have to pay
Brothers, mothers, and fathers get manslaughtered the right way
We're not dealing feelings, I spare the children
Weak niggaz get destroyed, four niggaz is
Revenge the general, thats what I quote and tape up to your head
And watch your brains

assasson]
Yo, yo, I sling horse slang coccaine
dope that numbs your brain
Like a shot of
In death you will feel no pain
I teach you with my sword
And the was poisonous
Snakes lies and their words is venomous
Wu hits come continouscause I don't a fuck about '97
Ain't this
See I'm revealin is the truth
In fact be the proof
The youth be the
And the elders be the
I solid, under firment
This black man be the garment
be the word's for my testament
Writen documents of the
That makes me give props and sell tapes catacrops
fuckers