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

 Chorus: Prodigal Sunn

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

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

 Chorus: Prodigal Sunn

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

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

 (Various talk to fade