Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Stages of Consciousness

Intro: killa sin, p.r.

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

talk by both*

[killa
Yo, I stay ready dunn,
run gun under the pelly, kind of heavy
Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the
Thirsty to dump but thought twice before I took time to
un-mine in his swine, I let him live 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 warn the squad, already on my crib
With their guns drawn, killa sin who done slid
Many moons ago, town whereabouts
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, take this advice, I reiterate the thought to take your life
And I

[p.r.
recovered at homocide scenes, living of rhyming schemes
Always had dreams to be and meanwhile had to blow trial
Not put in foul the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected guns
Had to my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at ceo's
Leaving maternals frisked, derenched, buck 50 smile
Your face get lifted and then you 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, sylabbles and my name is straight
Killarmy running through your whole era
With five stages of consciousness, we swiftly change 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 quarter wont last, your leaning on the trigger, guns
Blaow, super-conscious this track smashed

9]
Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this stage
You gotta maintain, cope with the and pain
in seek of the shelter that blocks out the rain
A down in the flesh, my mental pretains
to much time to explain
The of a wise man, to the minds, some will blame
With this physical, mental, will and
The aquizations to control my infinite
is to seek the onslaught, cause we express thoughts
To the seeds the wrong foods, made them with their knots
My dude is to and penalize
Throats were cutting them, they of got stregthalized
I it upon myself to reveal the disguise
You snake, I tie you to the graphite, tight
If now to live, you would begin to
I waste no time now for a mystery
With every twenty five thousand, we our history
We be the gods, the asiatic men, and not reacting
We actually run this shit and

*martial art

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

prince]
The general wise out in fatigues, for life I bleed
And to feed the deceased, was the supreme general in the army
Little intelligent little bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to
the eighty-five and saved many lives
But these water head niggaz with the four devils
Ceased the rebel and the God down physically down to another level
Madman at his weight, the general pass the weight
With a on his face, I swear if you was hear
These pussy niggaz get tourtured, I stick hooks up their noses
And cut of their ears, even family memeber swill have to pay
Brothers, mothers, and fathers get manslaughtered the right way
not dealing with feelings, I spare the children
Weak niggaz get destroyed, four niggaz is
Revenge the general, thats I quote and tape up grenades to your head
And your brains explode

assasson]
Yo, yo, I horse slang like coccaine
Rebel dope that numbs your
Like a shot of
In your death you will no pain
I should teach you my sword
And the clip was
Snakes speak lies and words is venomous
Wu hits continouscause I don't give a fuck about '97
Ain't feelin
See I'm revealin is the truth
In fact be the proof
The be the proof
And the be the roots
I stand solid, firment
This black man be the garment
These be the for my testament
Writen documents of the
makes me give props and sell tapes like catacrops
Mother