Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Stages of Consciousness

Intro: killa sin, p.r.

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

talk by both*

[killa
Yo, I stay ready dunn,
Money run gun under the pelly, kind of
pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line
Thirsty to dump but thought twice I took time to waist
None un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hop he relizes 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, killa sin who done slid
Many moons ago, town whereabouts
Unknown blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a fuck
I puff a bone, a usual suspect, never be
Allah everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity
So, this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your life
And I

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

9]
Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this difficult
You gotta maintain, cope with the stress and
in seek of the shelter that blocks out the rain
A thirty in the flesh, my mental pretains
Took to time to explain
The duty of a wise man, to the minds, will blame
this physical, mental, will and emotion
The aquizations to control my devotions
is to seek the onslaught, cause we express thoughts
To the seeds the wrong foods, that made with their knots
My dude is to civilize and
Throats were cutting them, they must of got
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

art sample*

Aiyyo, three years trapped in the belly of the
Got me on some, fuck the large, fuck the fed
Fuck the judges, cause they give two shits about us
Black man, woman and child, how were living here
Trapped in the worst part, when things like this happen on the
Innocent get trapped off on the streets of my stomping grounds
constant war pops off, wine bottles on the regular
Like clock to be specific

[9th
The general wise out in fatigues, for life 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 eighty-five and saved lives
But these water head niggaz dealt with the four
Ceased the rebel and broke the God down physically down to level
Madman at his weight, the general pass the weight
With a on his face, I swear if you was hear
These niggaz get tourtured, while I stick hooks up their noses
And cut of their ears, even their family memeber have to pay
Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get the right way
We're not with feelings, I spare the children
Weak niggaz get destroyed, niggaz is building
Revenge the general, thats what I quote and tape up to your head
And watch your brains

assasson]
Yo, yo, I sling horse like coccaine
Rebel dope that numbs brain
Like a shot of
In your death you feel no pain
I should you with my sword
And the clip was
Snakes speak lies and their is venomous
Wu come continouscause I don't 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 word's for my
Writen of the thought
That makes me give props and sell tapes like
fuckers