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Intro: Assassin

I ain't nothing known but a bank roll.
On the side of 123rd St., bro'.
Nothing known but a roll.
On the side of 123rd St., bro'.
Bringing it off the currency.
Now shit is tough.
I got this shit magic here to Texas trap.
the god's jewels stash.
I ain't nothing known but a bank roll.
On the other of 123rd, bro'.
Yo, that.
I ain't nothing known but a bank roll.

Prodigal Sunn

Life is reality, is life
People living trife, the world filled strife
The living, writing exact, too many lacks
Black on black crime, no vest, another victim laided to
is reality, reality is life
Niggaz living trife, living sheisty,
the gods living, writing
Too lacks, black on black crime
No vest, victim laided to rest
Life is reality,
is reality, reality
Life is reality, reality is
Niggaz living trife, bitches sheist
The gods living, exact
Too many lacks, on black crime
No vest, victim laided to rest
Life is reality, reality, is reality
Life is reality,

[Prodigal (62nd Assassin)]
Break bread, eliminate feds and heads
I the bloodshed, devils decay, torture, enslave
>From Red Hook to Compton, Fort Green to
Galleries of artillery, a symphony,
Some adversaries and fairies caught the bad
Physical collision, we leave 'em deaf and like some christians
(A new incorporation, rap exoriantation
Not a reorientation, or
More and foes is what I'm chasing
Low international business, players exchanging
ears pound, throw down erasing)
Maneuvering, moving like slugs from a
My fleet of seven on your calender, an amateur
(Game premeditated, crime related, intensive
Chess, some hardest gamers, the world as entertainment)
Your time is short, change your thought, your sports
Before being pork on a fork, I get by the torch
In this of Man federation, pure meditation
Righteous advigation, for the blind in my nation
(Still through all the shot reigning
Hit grim, stitchy grain, half, broke that untouchable
tapping plants, by the forced in, rap street, yo extortion)

Chorus: Sunn

Life is reality, is life
People living trife, the world with strife
The gods living, writing exact, too lacks
Black on crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest
is reality, reality is life, reality

[Killah (Hell Razah)]
In the like orcra, swim across the border
Walk upon the water, the minora
Reaching for the tora, face full of
One deeper than my ora, I stalk ya the offer
Law and order, cut your day
everybody in the party
(Check the godly, the cradle to the graves
We hell raise you, your bread at the table
my real Kane and Ables it gets fable
We build stables, we drop that enslave you)
Wear the wooden bander, shield commander
Wave the golden banner, down the hammer
In the of David, we gold, true laces
Diamond braclets, niggaz on that snake
(There ain't no love the hatred
The for the snakes in the snakepits
Created and those belated
It's too much, you fear, prepare scuba-gear
Got a of the dry potion, we mind smoking
We blind for the thugs and dealers
Who used to be builders, ancient healers
Stand for mirrors, all they see is cap and reflection
Moon do me right, me night life, let me run in all directions)
Worldly impressions, natural infections, massive
Dealing with reality, fantasies is nothing but a
I see all vanity, humanities, who volcanically
Satanically, on the edge of my sanity, we be all family

(Various to fade)