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    Sunz Of Man

    Illusions

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    (feat. Masta Killa)
    [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 x4]
    [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 x4]
    [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 x8]
    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...yall gotta figure that out...This rap game
    [ Illusions Lyrics ]
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