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 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

art sample*

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