[Johnny Blaze]
 So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit
 Fuck the world  word up
 Sunz of Man  Method Man  True Mast'  collabora tion

 Chorus:

 Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
 Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
 Because is you down or are you down just because
 Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs

 Verse One: True Master

 Yo, when you least expect is when we attack, in fact
 your format, is not yet suitable for combat
 Still dissident factions within the Kingdom
 Campaign desperate attempts to take your freedoms
 Emphatically, wack strategy, don't impress me
 Impulsiveness'll only bring you tragedy, test me
 Descent to the essence quickly, niggaz strictly flip
 Fuckin with this royal assembly, the Sunz of Man
 summon me, Chief Administrator of the Law
 True Master in this hardcore Art of War
 I explore the depths on conflict and with no pretense
 found the best strategy the most impressive defense
 So when you rush to attack, it be I to crush your force
 and exhaust your whole supply
 Don't send for reinforcements, give orders for men to maintain
 they respective borders, or it's a God damn slaughter

 Verse Two: Method Man

 Shots in the park, it be on after dark
 Hungry like the Wolf when the beef starts to cook
 When push come to shove, we push through the club
 Pocket full of bud, baby armed with the snub
 nosed I suppose, you get body-snatched when you doze
 Recognize your friends from your foes
 or here lie, another one victimized
 Left for The Fly, now what size is this?
 Nigga your size, and I would be much obliged
 to get a fatter piece of that pie
 Still got my Eyes on the Prize, and like Gloria
 I will survive, at war with the warrior
 Hot with the rhyme.. pennies
 Turn the heat up, and bend me
 Prepare for the next milleni'
 I can't sleep, I'm in the shit knee deep
 In a race against time, beat your motherfuckin beat
 Hold your satellite Son, I'm from where you from
 Same shit different slum, where we about to go
 ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice
 when we done, and all minds are one, yo

 Chorus

 Verse Three: Prodigal Sunn

 I be the Rabbi watched by snake eyes as the playa hate rise
 New York state side to the West side
 Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here
 to Palestine watch Sunz of Man climb
 I could tell a fake from a handshake for man's sake to hittin truth
 I translate til the land quake
 I plan my escape on the good fan base
 Strictly satisfaction like the Sunz of Man tape
 No copy or biting off of what your man make
 It's 1998, get your own mindstate
 In 1999 write your own platinum rhymes
 Can you see my love even though we be with thugs?
 Yo, words and keyboards we please the Lord
 Lyrics feed the poor, while the rich receive the sore
 Couldn't stay in one spot too long, split in fours
 Told the truth the four tours brought artists four doors
 I rock the concert til my arm hurt, doin God's work
 while you Star Search, I take your mind to Mars' dirt
 Uhh, what
 I said, can you see my love even though we be with thugs?

 Verse Four: Hell Razah

 This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom
 ? of Islam, keeps me calm
 from doing you harm, when I attack, it's Vietnam
 Through CD-ROM, the mega bomb severs the ice in your charm
 Too late for Salaam, slugs rip through your arm
 Double lead arm supreme head some fled from the bloodshed
 Painting many in red, leavin Iranians dead
 ? , hangin fast on they deathbed
 Out the window, lyrics flow like hot chemicals
 Burning competitors, from they ears to they asshole
 You wanna battle, I seperate your Adam's Apple
 Crack your skully with a Snapple bottle, on the Apollo
 Can you read black, ease back, we bleed tracks
 Breeze through facts, contacts smack your wolfpack

 Chorus

 [Johnny Blaze]
 Hold your satellite Son, I'm from where you from
 Same shit different slum, where we about to go
 ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice
 when we done, and all minds are one, men from the Sun