Sunz of... Sunz of... Sunz of Man
 Sunz of... Sunz of... Sunz of Man
 It comes down in the last days to makin Bloody Choices
 Word up  yo  yo  yo  yo  yo  yo  yea
 Killah Priest

 [Chorus: Hell Razah]]
 What you gonna do with God inside you?
 Where you goin to when Hell's around you?
 Heaven is the place  we on our route to
 Destroy you right now  we about to
 The sin is to the devil that divides you
 Knowledge of self will civilize you
 Civilize you and you and you

 [Hell Razah]
 Yo, yo, yo

 [Chorus (lines 1-4 only)]

 [Hell Razah]
 Yo, in this universal tournament, I warnin it
 If my knowledge, you not absorbin it
 After I thought of it, my brain recorded it
 Then I track slaughtered it, went on tour with it
 Longer than life or death, stalkin it (stalkin it)
 As I inject this in your ear drums, here comes tons of intelligence
 Fatter than elephants, I lock a mental slave instead of level my Dead
 Presidents
 Why should I kill fool who tried to kill me?
 Walk thru this industry with a bond to my chest for victory
 History heals me, shields me, force fields me
 With the truth, goin out like a troop
 At war and able with my gun ready to shoot
 Righteous bullets keep the minds wicked-proof
 Any day you be a target aimed off my roof
 What? What? What?

 [Chorus]

 [Prodigal Sunn]
 Yo, yo, in these revolutions, they never end
 Do mental and physical calystetics
 Sharpen my tactics, live Allah's Mathematics
 Movin in the sun's shadow, devistation, agrivation
 Stalks my nation, death of temptation, Saten's allegations
 The fire in us will charge for the wicked to burn
 Only concerned, levitate, elevate the black germ
 Thru the process effect your domes with my vocal tones
 Those who is stoned, elevatin gases thru the microphones
 Roll with the stroll, rebelious, to weak knowledge
 I seek the sheeps, will only bring forth the Killah Priest
 Fatter geristics, automatic, clear as plastic
 Tragic, drastic, killin all psychopathics
 On my journey from the house of steel
 Where Gods reveal the silk, devils distill and kneal
 Witness the blood spill

 [Hell Razah]
 Life tell lies, death in our face
 Every other day we killin off our own race
 Rather drugs, guns, somethin common known
 This is the place that we all call home
 Life tell lies, death in our face
 Every other day we killin off our own race
 Rather drugs, guns, somethin common known
 This is the place that we all call home

 [Outro: Hell Razah, (Prodigal Sunn)]
 Yea, yea, Sunz of Man, Wu-Tang Clan
 (Represent for the whole New York City)
 Word up (West Coast, South Coast, North Coast)
 (Word up, all across the globe) 60 Sec.
 (Universal) Hell Razah (Prodigal Sunn) Yea, yea
 Killah Priest (That's how we do it)
 4th Disciple come down on the tracks ('96)
 (The trackmaster, 4th Disciple) Wu-Tang
 Killarmy (4th Disciple) Yea, yea
 Royal Fam (Population) What? What?
 Begga Clan What? What? (Yo, Sunz of Man, baby)
 What you gonna do with God inside you?
 What you gonna do with God inside you?
 What you gonna do with God inside you?
 (What you gonna do?) What you--what you gonna do