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    Sunz Of Man

    Collaboration 98

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    (feat. Method Man)
    [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:]
    Cant 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
    Cant 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, dont impress me
    Impulsivenessll 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
    Dont send for reinforcements, give orders for men to maintain
    they respective borders, or its 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 cant sleep, Im in the shit knee deep
    In a race against time, beat your motherfuckin beat
    Hold your satellite Son, Im from where you from
    Same shit different slum, where we about to go
    aint no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice
    when we done, and all minds are one, yo
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three: Hell Razah]
    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 mans sake, the hidden 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
    Its 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 sword
    Couldnt stay in one spot too long, split in fours
    Told the truth before tours, four artists four doors
    I rock the concert til my arm hurt, doin Gods 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: Prodigal Sunn]
    This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom
    Prodigal ? the love Islam keeps me calm
    from doing you harm, when I attack, its 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 Adams 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, Im from where you from
    Same shit different slum, where we about to go
    aint no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice
    when we done, and all minds are one, men from the Sun
    [ Collaboration 98 Lyrics ]
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