My sons  absolutes  and friends
 I like the idea of being a soldier  in the army of the lord
 (continues preaching)

 Arch Rivals
 We got the Kingston young ones over there running scared
 They aint seem to have a problem and its a bad one
 Ahh man  Sunz of Man teaching everywhere
 got the children over here  teaching them the problems
 And its the real one
 Ahh man now we got the ???? over there
 The Sunz of man solving problems, yo this the right one

 Verse 1:
 Guess this is the end, whatever how never, depart clever
 But not deadered to be real or to be severed
 A double-header, the black mecca respecta
 Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to chedders
 For the first setter who loves it wetter
 Well I can make it better
 In a bloodbath you letta
 black soggin, treaty, the ledger
 Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered
 New order, enough to register kill or be killed measurers
 Take you beyond the heist, forever so
 Doin out Little Italy to Mexico
 Now who be the next to go
 Will it be Sam, will it be Fran, or will it be Cisco
 Or strictly back to disco
 However though one and my own one, soo
 Never pet yo, full deck pro
 The most sensitive intensity the world could ever expect, yo
 Between two steels
 to keep it real I remember we used to pick cotton out of fields
 got it real got it down, yo

 Verse 2:
 As I break yo fuckin bones into pieces
 And make ya death the sweetest
 Punch a hole through ya cleavage
 By the way Howard Jesus
 I hope you been baptized
 Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black eyes
 And broken legs, a broken hip, and an IV attached to ya arm
 I remain calm, for the storm
 As I shake my javelin up in ya abdomen
 And then I grab ya friend
 And break his fuckin back, watch him collapse
 And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the whole nation
 Yall want more, I crank the chainsaw
 Next thing ya knowin, his head start rollin
 His body swollen, his fuckin tongue is stolen
 No more groin or colon, he's just moaning and groaning
 Exciting, clash of the titings, thunder and lighting
 Reveal the sword of the viking, it's frightening
 Put down yo fist they'll be no fighting
 Just sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo life
 And leave your carcass in the darkness
 Where the jackals prowl upon your grave
 Yo hear a howl from the cave
 Then I snatch out your arms and give to your moms
 Sing along sing along sing along

 Verse 3:
 Storm in my fiery harbor, til it get dark
 silver darts melt in your heart
 Then we begin to march, until we rip this whole fuckin world apart

 Verse 4:
 My team be strong, we live right or wrong
 death come calm, sweet wit a charm
 As I speak from the throne in my temple
 My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya level
 Devils in the mist, hate we exist
 Clique form my fist, punch you in your shit
 Styles murderous, sordid justice
 Judge those who bitch, cut those who snitch
 Modern Egypt, diamond presidents
 Drug measurements got us dead on cement
 Robbin for rent, guage in the trench
 Slave ever since, return of the prince
 Constantine the great, never go for bait
 Sunz of Man plan, gold in every state
 From Railhook to Libya deliver ya sword to the bombery
 My armory run the economy
 Rule is our policy
 The deaf dumb acknowledge me
 Like love peace and honesty
 The thugs on the street hustle to eat
 Cover you with sheets, we bury you in beats
 Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft melt
 We bomb like a stealth and give food for health
 Not a friend of me...

 Verse 5:
 Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air
 If I have to blaze yo I just wont care
 We roll in pairs, packin machines, movin supreme
 My team gleam, like matches and gasoline
 soldier fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic
 He died a tread, It was passed the asking
 In a bad position, ya should of stuck to yo fuckin religion
 Im worse than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons
 The demolitioner with the codse of honor
 You want drama? I'll bomb yo and yo mama...

 (Reverend talks till end