[Intro: Beenie Man]
 All american girls are shinin shinin shinin
 And all the latino girls dem shinin shinin shinin

 [Chorus: Beenie Man]
 Father Abraham have many Sunz and
 we're the Sunz of Father Abraham
 So are the Sunz of Man and so are you
 So let's just sing this song  come again

 [Killah Priest]
 Hip hop started out in the dark
 Yo  we used to do it Lafeyette Park
 Yo, Back in '83, I rocked Boss and JVC
 I'm by Allah, what, who wanna MC?
 Don't panic, I push the Panasonic button
 I transhore, rock, express myself somethin
 I microphone fiend MC's that watch me freeze
 I body rock till I flat top, then I squeeze
 I bring block partys to anybody wanna rob me
 I beat em till their legs are wobbly
 Screamin sorry, pullin out my shotty
 For anyone who wanna copy
 My style, that was just a mere hobby

 [Hell Razah]
 Go read your bibles, y'all worship idols
 We number uno, black or latino
 We be teachin so that you know
 So understand that the rhymes that's deep
 Learn your lesson before you even carry your heat
 Eh yo, it's been a long time
 I totally left you without another rhyme to step to
 Shining Star ladies in the jam, we crept thru
 Chk-chk-glocks up, don't make me have to wet you
 Y'all niggaz want a beef, we can shoot at you
 Whoever wanna killa, we could do that too
 I got death scared to come around me, angels surround me
 I hold my breath, go underground, why let you drown me
 I let the King's of King's County, make em bow, crown me
 We too rowdy rowdy, niggaz couldn't never clown me
 Check the blacksmith, shoot affair, wanna smack shit
 Everybody wanna be involved in this rap shit
 We on some never die Chirst is black shit
 Breath the same life, sword sword in the mask is
 Turn the poor life, Hell Razah turned to Lazurus
 Very hazardous, BK be my Nazurith, same address
 We use the hot burners under the mattress
 Never scared to clap it and act like it didn't happen
 Eh yo, don't buy if you won't start a riot with it
 If you gon' live by the sword, you gon' die wit' it

 [Chorus]

 [Hook: Beenie Man]
 All american girls are shinin shinin shinin
 And all the latino girls dem shinin shinin shinin
 And all the caribbean girls dem shinin shinin shinin
 Listen to the DJ's song

 [60 Sec. Assassin]
 When 60 strike a mic, I recite precise the hype
 So get it right, make my brothers unite
 I pimp-up scripts and suck on clits
 Vex on wet, niggaz slip and get tossed in a Abyss
 Take yo' last breath cuz 60 sure 'nuff means death
 Comin back like I'm avengin a company's debt
 Recollect, shake your vest thru your chest
 I shoot back, smack the war with blood as evidence
 I done contracts, skip that, for that, you heard it
 Sunz of Man war track, play it back
 Who thought we played that? The Hay stack Calhoun of rap
 Straight jacket, don't beam, yo, track it
 Record settin, department, corrected international business section
 Empolyed by wettin, for whoever in the Hell wanna come contestin

 [Prodigal Sunn]
 Well bless the sun and the flesh
 Dunn, of course I'm fresh
 What you ever though that I was writin?
 I'm fuckin, I beg your pardon
 Right in his Ac, crucify tracks and break backs
 Since the '80's, black, ladies attack the young mack
 Generate plaques in place from state to state
 Before 88's snatchin tables, turn turn to turntables
 Rockin stage doors, project hoes, we makin dough
 and I blast at crews with 4-4's, elevate the poor
 Educate more, dampin horse, stamp your whore
 Settle the score, I'm hardcore
 For the top to the bottom, bottom to the top
 Prodigal Sunn, y'all and I just don't stop

 [Chorus]

 [Beenie Man]
 Yo, don't disrespect it, respect it, dunn, follow the motion
 Can't test the man, then go and beat the poor man
 Don't bother this, who me? A real Jamaican
 With a book, come read it to teach a nation
 King Salasi tell us 'bout education
 Marcus Gavi tell us 'bout our poor creation
 With a crowd up in a confusion
 All them trifees do is walk in fling pay cons
 God, nah educate my D's with prostitution
 Wanted men of rasta in a rasta-tution
 Fun, yo, they messin up the situation
 Listen DJ's sing the conversion
 Lyrics never bear now the mic is in-a mi arm
 Knowin come and feel the Sunz of Man
 Who I am? Come here, man, don't ask me where me from
 Summon black will ogel me a pro black man
 Listen to the DJ's song

 [Chorus