Sunz Of Man

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[ Chorus: Sunz of Man ]
 Aiyyo this rap game aint what it seems
 Artists get cream turn fiend
 Selling people a dream

 [ Hell Razah ]
 Aiyyo  you rappers dont amuse me wit your crystals or oozies
 Industry groupies  living after movies
 They scarfaced my race  some support hate
 Lifes a court date  some die to escape so hold your weight
 You niggas brag too much  fuck wit us we bag you up
 And use the same clique that you thought would back you up
 Its nine eight eliminate bait and open gates
 Enough with chains and whips lets make brains eclipse
 We all claim we rich, hold thugs in crypts
 Forgot about the seeds growing up seven to six
 Fuck a Benz wit tints I got the razor prints
 Yall rappers love idols there it is Im convinced
 Burn my contract, mental combat
 And stomp your battle rap wit a Vietnam track
 Red and white Sadaam rap sippin Cognac
 I bet you didnt loopb know that the real Jews are black
 I tell the truth cat where your mind chooses at
 The world or the heavens?
 God or the reverend?
 Your girl or your weapon?
 Christ armageddon armageddon ( geddon )

 [ Chorus ] ( 4x )

 [ 60 Second Assassin ]
 Here in this life
 Big cities a dream on the low is the scheme
 A fiend that clock green without jockin somebodys sting
 About the plot
 You pull the ox who pull the stash outlock
 Yo wuddup I, about ready to pull the rabbit out the top
 Platinum gold oops upside your knot
 Now nigga stop now nigga please
 You aint really ready to roll them sleeves
 With your three degrees forty below nothin but recipes
 Tight jeans, hype and dont know what nuthin means
 Acting like you Billie Jean selling How to be a Fiend
 When your loves about black marketing a nigga for his cream
 And the big apple it aint always what it seems
 You might get fooled shes a queen
 From out of town wagging her swing
 All around with she glasses and women asses is what made men jack asses
 Everything including your company jacket
 And niggas asses for your ransom
 And next thing you know they got a nigga dancin
 Chancin him out of his advancements
 And how yall gonna pay back these back taxes?
 This aint healthy for your assets
 Its like your face done been bashed in your career aint happning
 After the monkey wrenches and forks done been stabbed in

 [ Masta Killa ]
 Intruiging to the ear but bitter to the heart
 I begin to take part in The Art of Dart Throwin
 Starring the Wu-Tang swordsmen
 Raindrops fall the block remains hot
 Steam rises from the street which forms the clouds that I move through
 Renew my stainless sword style
 Allah has spoken the golden code of silence has been broken
 Mic terrorist shroom brew wickedness improves
 As I ascend and expand extend I seen men
 Fall from greats trying to trace the origin
 But there is no beginning or end to the lifeline
 Sunz of Man forever shine through the mic line

 [ Chorus ] ( 4x )

 [ Prodigal Sunn ]
 I say a case of a rap star, permanent scar caught in the rapture
 Of the bar code, he was more sold like Old Gold
 Paraseuco industy whore bitches adore
 Truly yours, feeling me more enemies fall
 Ill and hardcore ready for tour shakin breakin jaws
 Makin new laws open the doors healing my sores
 Blessing the poor, the art of war we less a boar
 Verse one we guard a star and the starting artist
 Another target on your market style is garbage
 You get bombarded whole clique slapped retarded
 Pussy harded mcs bleed slugs to the body
 Its physical domination lyrical laceration brutal termination
 When you fuck wit the federation, collaboratin wit my nation
 Discussing allegations conversating about the downfall of Satan
 Ghetto frustration keeps my head piece achin
 Constant motivation keeps my world in rotation

 [ chorus ] ( 8x )

 Cars? Women? Huh livin lovely? Phat houses?
 What you think its about?
 Not gettin paid? Havin fame? Havin everybody lovin you runnin up to you?
 What you think its about?
 Think its about teaching? Think its about givin up jewelz?
 Givin something for the children to look up to?
 What you think its about?

 This rap game...y'all gotta figure that out...This rap game
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Publisher: Red Ant, L.L.C.

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Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: The Last Shall Be First (1998)

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