Yo... this is... Dunn this song is called Sunshower Cause we approachin the final You know I ahh all I can say to my and sisters right now Is stay close to your families, and all loved ones Cause this globe is about to explode with They for pennies, knahmsayin? to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo
Trouble follows behind a mind, 20/20 vision of the prism of but still blind because you the inner, every sinner will end up in the everlastin of hellfire Throw on this mix picks your third eye out you cry out your words fly out, and die out You remain unheard, eternally, internal external Along your wicked fraternal from generals to colonels Releasin thermonuclear heat that you firmly And permanently upon journey Through the journal of the book of Those who took a life without become just ice ice ice It's been taught that your enemy can harm you as much as your own thoughts devils fought we wrought, and let's annoint Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court Iron hell the strong blend of rape and blend of sandal with petals and jasmine, as men use talismans Burn incense, chantin witchcraft to reach high dimensions I'm convinced, is God always has been always will be You could travel every square inch of the planet and be Ninety-three miles away from the sun Til you you and the sun is one, like the knowledge Know the ledge to where heart is or fall off into the internal hell uncharted Light at the rate of 186,000 miles per second through time and space, until it a target And once we're of darkness, and show em where the path Yo as the Red Sea was parted, into these at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to and hate What you thought was a sport? A game? One hundred short, know the soul is immortal Walk many portals, and those who go astray will pay a day, and these few years of wicked bullshit ain't worth the eternity a sulfur lake dragons and snakes, and any pain you can imaginate Instead, I chose to become a newlywed to the true of life and fed God of light to my head been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awake And care of my brother, and uncover reveal the skin so we can see each other, every color that makes the light appear duller, who's the colored Who's the original, the biochemical Who's the grafted digital, digital, digital, Digital.. yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Two hundred thousand million atmosphere cubic feet of air we While niggaz minds are trapped twenty thousand beneath the sea of reality, can't inhale deep, devils have em Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 And shatter fragments Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Thrown into a six by a steel Flippin weights readin ancient tablets, back on the block havin it Those who learnt get returned You freaky ass get burned walk around like they ain't concerned with the hell on inside the world The body of old men little girls Is it because the breast has swelled to the size of a woman, although she's The whole is sick, sick, sick up in six, six, six I started off as a pawn in this of life Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to up Babylon A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we're paragon goin in circles, a ferris wheel Undernourished meals I cherish hope, drown the sea of life Use my third eye for a periscope, and take to the edge of night To far heights so that even wit a bright light you couldn't see a of light While play ball, ID call, me and GZA Dirty in halls, bangin on walls Kickin rhymes three hours straight with no Boostin from Freeport sunrise to Amityville Kept razorblade the jaws, breakin all laws Started out writin fables to makin beats on lunchroom to long cables that hung down to the navel So some crack and fat sacks of skunk to funnel the P-Funk, smokin woolie Dust cocktails and primos, shot dice than casinos Back Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.I. MC's All and now crew B.C.C. REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D. Ol Dirty East New York GZA maintained Franklin Lane I was going to time with the Jeff, when students got got nervous walked me to Shaolin sent me to Curtis Took share in Marquis, New God general contractin service Meth Chef and Dead was off the Nu-dol For white boys who took Buildin up bicep tricep pectoids and Back when our girlfriends was Cuttin class with Ghost to bag hoes in Mary Birchem A Maybeldine beacon night Washington Irving These young was seekin Hoes in Westinghouse and Clara and Medina Girls who sung like On the corner of Belmont and Picket Avenue I her As if I her I was broke, now I will use key notes to make G-notes So it's always See train run through the city like blood through the veins To the heart of Medina, but is the brain So heed to these words And feel the power of the
Approachin the hour equality, Allah sees everything Let's together under the wings And take flight, Wu-Tang, the saga, In sector