(feat. Ancient Coins)



[Intro: Prodigal Sunn sample (Hell Razah)]

Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)

Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)

Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man.. album is out there)



[Snuggle Up]

I gotta be the best at this

Fingle what the next man say

When I spit, shit get serious

Competition I devour

God made devil to show and prove god power 

no matter day or the hour

Special, quick to gun test you

Sneeze, I bless you

Hollows may distress you, rest you

Six-feet under, pop do what the bumba

Rise, what happened to my sun? he got done

And yeah, the whole Olympics couldn't run my lap

I said it don't matter what gun, it ain't my gat

I said it don't matter what gun, it ain't my gat

I said it don't matter what gun, it ain't my gat



[Hell Razah]

Cops is racist, death comes in many phases

The courageous stay cuffed behind iron bracelets

Minimum wages, shoot-outs and court cases (get off me, get off me)

Even plans of gettin' money how Bill Gates is

Young lives being taken by the .45

Genocide'll rise 'til glory die

Every other hour more bullets fly

Victim of the crime, big brother's rise

Some'll wonder why father's wanna cry

Different world, same characters in the facts of life

It's your Jeopardy to sell-out, when the price is right

I'm your turn from the Wheel of Fortune, who wanna spin?

You got thieves that'll rob ya coffin, who wanna sin?

We born walking in this Street Monopoly

If it ain't truth, it's philosophy

You better use your words properly



[Hook: Prodigal Sunn sample (Prodigal Sunn)]

Black or White, I write it for the world to hear

(This goes out to my people all over the world)

Black or White, I write it for the world to hear

(Every man, woman and child, boy and girl)

Black or White, I write it for the world to hear

(Through the hard times, drama and tears we still here)

Black or White, I write it for the world to hear

(I write it for my fam, who not here, who do care)



[Holy Smokes]

Yo

They said Smokes' in the place 

you better pat him on the waist

Caught another case

Slept through my court date

Bombs in place

firearms embrace

Still belt-buckles and brass knuckles 

and fuck youths when I tussle 

Ghost spread this quick, sick contagious

Gossip, snake-pits, it's filled with targets

Marksmen, sharpen the ammunition

Crushin', lumpin', whatever's tucked in

He said she said she willin' to give me head

if I pay Carned

Chronic blows to the nostrils

stainin' my clothes

CO's smell one whiff of the breath, piss-test

the top Abbot, habits I have it

Shots they stay fabric



[Prodigal Sunn]

Yo

Fifty-to-a-hun' and statistics of a father and son

Die from the mouth of the chrome metal

We so shallow in the ghetto with crumbs, we settle for none

Stay mellow to the snare and drum, we wear one

I dare not run, son of a gun, to come in cases 

Hood to the centre-stages, jus' my sound ages

Treble high, we smoke berry haze to this

Spend days in this, complete glazed to this

Stereotype deliver more truth through mics

Keep the youth right, don't give a fuck who you like

through day and night, the pain restrain

for the fights of the fallen battleships

panels on the strip, a little laughter for the good times

tears from the blood-drips 

Shorty barely sixteen strippin', trickin' for tips

It be the same, all over the world

Ghetto blues, as we rise to the top of the chart

Sparks fuse



[Hook]



[Prodigal Sunn]

Write it for my fam who not here who do care

Through the hard times, drama and tears we still here

Black or White, write it for the world to hear