Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Stages of Consciousness

Intro: sin, p.r. terrrorist

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

*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 before I took time to waist
un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hop he relizes what he did
Perhaps got a child on the line and I got time for no pen
See up to warn the squad, already bars on my crib
their guns drawn, seekin killa sin who done slid
Many ago, across town whereabouts
Unknown heights blaring out, you, me like who gives a fuck
I puff a bone, a usual suspect, I'll be
Allah everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity
So, take this advice, while I reiterate the to take your life
And I

[p.r.
Magazines recovered at homocide scenes, living of rhyming
Always had dreams to be 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 nuts at ceo's
Leaving frisked, faces derenched, buck 50 smile
Your face get and then you shift into another facility
Same shit, in the world, I stand strong and watch the weak curl
>from the pressure of everyday life, endeavor
The knowledge, sylabbles and my is straight terror
Killarmy running through your whole 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 like math, ram you off in the first half
This wont last, your leaning on the trigger, guns blast
Blaow, super-conscious this track smashed

9]
Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through difficult stage
You gotta maintain, cope with the and pain
Still in seek of the shelter that out the rain
A thirty down in the flesh, my mental
to much time to explain
The of a wise man, to the minds, some will blame
With physical, mental, will and emotion
The to control my infinite devotions
Which is to seek the onslaught, we express thoughts
To the seeds the wrong foods, that made them their knots
My is to civilize and penalize
Throats were cutting them, must of got stregthalized
I take it upon myself to reveal the
You snake, I tie you to the graphite, tight
If now to live, you would begin to
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 run this shit and defend

*martial art

Aiyyo, three trapped in the belly of the beast
Got me on some, the large, fuck the fed coats
Fuck the judges, they don't give two shits 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 trapped off on the streets of my grounds
With constant war pops off, wine bottles on the
Like clock to be specific

[9th
The general wise out in fatigues, mentally for I bleed
And promised to feed the deceased, was the supreme general in the
Little intelligent little bug, with thugs that sold drugs to survive
the eighty-five and saved many lives
But water head niggaz dealt with the four devils
Ceased the rebel and broke the God down physically down to level
Madman at his weight, the general pass the weight
a smile on his face, I swear if you was hear
These pussy niggaz get tourtured, while I stick hooks up 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 with feelings, I spare the children
niggaz get destroyed, four niggaz is building
Revenge the general, thats what I quote and tape up to your head
And watch your explode

assasson]
Yo, yo, I sling horse slang like
Rebel dope that numbs your
Like a of novacainne
In your you will feel no pain
I should teach you my sword
And the clip was
Snakes lies and their words is venomous
Wu hits come continouscause I give a fuck about '97
feelin this
See what I'm is the truth
In actual fact be the
The be the proof
And the be the roots
I stand solid, firment
This black man be the intelligent
These be the for my testament
Writen of the thought
That makes me give props and sell tapes like
fuckers