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 know i'mean, up
You got sub-conscious
You got your
You got your

*various by both*

[killa
Yo, I forever ready dunn,
Money run gun the pelly, kind of heavy
Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the
Thirsty to dump but twice before I took time to waist
None un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hop he what he did
you've got a child on the line and I got time for no pen
See battle up to warn the squad, bars on my crib
With guns drawn, seekin killa 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 suspect, I'll never be
sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity
So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take life
And I

[p.r.
Magazines at homocide scenes, living of rhyming schemes
Always had dreams to be and meanwhile had to blow trial
Not put in foul like the rest of them, with blade infected guns
Had to my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at ceo's
Leaving maternals frisked, faces derenched, buck 50
Your face get lifted and you shift into another facility
shit, back in the world, I stand strong and watch the weak curl
>from the pressure of life, career endeavor
The knowledge, and my name is straight terror
Killarmy running your whole fucking era
With stages of consciousness, we swiftly change like the weather
And control forecast, rough traffic, off the pad, 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, super-conscious leaves track smashed

9]
Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this difficult
You gotta maintain, cope the stress and pain
Still in seek of the that blocks out the rain
A thirty down in the flesh, my mental
Took to time to explain
The duty of a wise man, to the minds, some will
this physical, mental, will and emotion
The aquizations to my infinite devotions
is to seek the onslaught, cause we express thoughts
To the seeds the wrong foods, that made them with knots
My dude is to and penalize
were cutting them, they must of got stregthalized
I take it upon myself to the disguise
You fucking snake, I tie you to the graphite,
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 this shit and

*martial art

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

[9th
The general out in fatigues, mentally for life I bleed
And promised to feed the deceased, was the supreme general in the
Little intelligent little bug, roll with thugs that sold to survive
Civilized the eighty-five and saved lives
But these head niggaz dealt with the four devils
Ceased the and broke the God down physically down to another level
Madman at his weight, the great pass the weight
a smile 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 family memeber swill have to pay
Brothers, mothers, sisters and get manslaughtered the right way
We're not dealing with feelings, I spare the
Weak niggaz get destroyed, niggaz is building
Revenge the general, thats I quote and tape up grenades to your head
And watch your explode

assasson]
Yo, yo, I sling horse slang like
Rebel dope that your brain
a shot of novacainne
In your death you will feel no
I should teach you with my
And the clip was
Snakes speak lies and words is venomous
Wu hits come continouscause I give a fuck about '97
Ain't feelin
See what I'm revealin is the
In fact be the proof
The youth be the
And the be the roots
I solid, under firment
This black man be the garment
These be the for my testament
Writen of the thought
That makes me give props and sell tapes catacrops
Mother