Luyện nghe bài hát 5 Stages of Consciousness

Intro: sin, p.r. terrrorist

Yeah, yeah, one, two, it out, yo
5 stages of consciousness right
You got your conscious, 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 under the pelly, of heavy
pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line
Thirsty to dump but thought twice before I time to waist
un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hop he relizes what he did
Perhaps you've got a child on the line and I got for no pen
See battle up to warn the squad, already on my crib
With guns drawn, seekin killa sin who done slid
Many moons ago, across whereabouts
heights blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a fuck
I puff a bone, a usual suspect, never be
Allah sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to
So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your
And I

[p.r.
Magazines recovered at homocide scenes, living of rhyming
Always had dreams to be discovered and meanwhile had to blow
Not put in foul the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected guns
Had to watch my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting at ceo's
Leaving maternals frisked, faces derenched, 50 smile
Your face get lifted and you shift into another facility
Same shit, back in the world, I stand strong and watch the weak
>from the of everyday life, career endeavor
The knowledge, sylabbles and my is straight terror
running through your whole fucking era
With five stages of consciousness, we swiftly like the weather
And control forecast, 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, leaves this track smashed

9]
Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this stage
You gotta maintain, with the stress and pain
Still in seek of the shelter that blocks out the
A thirty down in the flesh, my pretains
Took to time to explain
The duty of a man, to the minds, some will blame
With this physical, mental, and emotion
The aquizations to control my devotions
Which is to seek the onslaught, we express thoughts
To the seeds the wrong foods, that made them 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 snake, I tie you to the graphite, tight
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 black men, and not reacting
We actually run this shit and

*martial art

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

[9th
The general wise out in fatigues, 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 drugs to
Civilized the eighty-five and many 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 great general pass the
With a smile on his face, I swear if you was
These pussy get tourtured, while I stick hooks up their noses
And cut of their ears, even their family memeber swill to pay
Brothers, mothers, and fathers get manslaughtered the right way
We're not dealing with feelings, I the children
Weak get destroyed, four niggaz is building
Revenge the general, thats what I quote and tape up grenades to your
And watch brains explode

assasson]
Yo, yo, I sling horse like coccaine
Rebel dope that numbs brain
Like a shot of
In your death you will no pain
I should you with my sword
And the clip was
Snakes speak lies and words is venomous
Wu come continouscause I don't give a fuck about '97
feelin this
See I'm revealin is the truth
In actual be the proof
The youth be the
And the be the roots
I stand solid, under
black man be the garment intelligent
These be the word's for my
Writen of the thought
That makes me give props and tapes like catacrops
fuckers