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Intro: Assassin

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

Prodigal Sunn

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

Sunn (62nd Assassin)]
Break bread, eliminate feds and dead
I seen the bloodshed, decay, torture, enslave
>From Red Hook to Compton, Green to Albany
of artillery, a symphony, millitary
Some adversaries and fairies the bad decision
collision, we leave 'em deaf and holy like some christians
(A new incorporation, rap exoriantation
Not a reorientation, or
More and more foes is I'm chasing
Low down international business, players
Your ears pound, down erasing)
Maneuvering, like slugs from a silencer
My fleet of seven on your calender, an amateur
(Game premeditated, crime related, rhyme
Chess, some hardest gamers, the world as entertainment)
time is short, change your thought, rearrange your sports
Before being on a fork, I get scorched by the torch
In this Sunz of Man federation, meditation
advigation, teaching for the blind in my nation
(Still through all the shot reigning
Hit grim, stitchy grain, playing half, broke that
Still plants, by the forced in, rap street, yo extortion)

Prodigal Sunn

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

Priest (Hell Razah)]
In the beast orcra, swim across the border
Walk the water, holding the minora
Reaching for the tora, face of torture
One than my ora, I stalk ya with the offer
Law and order, cut your day
everybody in the party
(Check the godly, from the to the graves
We hell you, break your bread at the table
my real Kane and Ables it gets fable
We build stables, we drop jewels enslave you)
Wear the bander, seven shield commander
Wave the golden banner, swinging down the
In the of David, we gold, true laces
braclets, niggaz on that snake ship
(There ain't no love the hatred
The cure for the snakes in the
Created and that's belated
It's too much, you fear, must scuba-gear
Got a ocean of the dry potion, we mind
We blind for the thugs and dealers
Who used to be pyramid builders, ancient
Stand for mirrors, all see is cap pealers and reflection
do me right, give me night life, let me run in all directions)
Worldly impressions, natural infections, massive
Dealing reality, fantasies is nothing but a fantasy
I see it's all vanity, humanities, who
Satanically, on the edge of my sanity, can't we be all

(Various to fade)