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Intro: Assassin

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

Chorus: Prodigal

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, another laided to rest
is reality, reality is life
Niggaz living trife, living sheisty,
the gods living, exact
Too many lacks, black on crime
No vest, another laided to rest
Life is reality,
is reality, reality
Life is reality, is life
Niggaz living trife, bitches sheist
The gods living, writing
Too many lacks, black on crime
No vest, another laided to rest
Life is reality, reality, life is
is reality, reality

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

Chorus: Sunn

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

Priest (Hell Razah)]
In the beast like orcra, swim across the
Walk upon the water, the minora
Reaching for the tora, face of torture
One deeper my ora, I stalk ya with the offer
Law and order, cut day shorter
Slaughter everybody in the
(Check the godly, from the cradle to the
We hell raise you, break your bread at the
With my real and Ables it gets fable
We stables, we drop jewels that enslave you)
Wear the wooden bander, seven shield
the golden banner, swinging down the hammer
In the of David, we gold, true laces
Diamond braclets, on that snake ship
(There no love without the hatred
The cure for the in the snakepits
Created and those that's
It's too much, you fear, must prepare
Got a ocean of the dry potion, we smoking
We blind for the and drug dealers
Who used to be pyramid builders, ancient
for mirrors, all they see is cap pealers and reflection
Moon do me right, me night life, let me run in all directions)
Worldly impressions, infections, massive depression
Dealing with reality, is nothing but a fantasy
I see it's all vanity, humanities, who
Satanically, on the of my sanity, can't we be all family

(Various to fade)