Sunz Of Man

(feat. 9th Prince, Killa Sin (Killarmy))
Attention, Soldiers! Kill every one of them!
Ha ha! Another (yeah) fuckin live-ass track from the Temple of
[Shaolin monks] Shaolin! (yeah) What, nigga? Word up. Yeah! Keep it
real. Killah Priest, you know what Im sayin? (yeah) The Prodigal
Sunn, [rah] Sunz of Man. Madman (yeah) representin for the Killarmy.
The Killa Sin, (ha) the RZArectah....
[Killa Sin]
(Yo, yo,)
I gotta get a grip, an edge on life, Im livin trife, G
Im shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me
It might be the image project that I selected
But eff it-shit is mad real, as well as hectic
Inspect it, your vest and got tested
Suggestions molestin my thoughts I manifested, protect it
My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line
Cause its my time to shine with the nickel-plated nine to a spine,
And aint no remorse in my source of madness
But my temper, my anger rises like my status
Because Im known on the borough of Shaolin
For wildin, dont think that its peace when I be smilin
A heart stone-cold is what I own
For niggaz who brag, I break bones, leave em ungagged, and hear them moan
I hate snakes on that fake shit
I get mad, leave em shooken up bad like when the quake hit
I got a steezo thats raw, man
Another brother provoked, and gun-smoked, now thats all-damn
By any mortal, the brothel of horror,
Knowin full well that he wont leave to see tomorrow
Be on your guard when I start to flip shit, Im sick
Word to God, its hard to get a grip
[9th Prince]
I brings a streakin iron flame, concealed in steel weapons
Clips and shovels deeper than the shallow trenches of the brethren
I burst like lions among the slaughter
Then I assume my human facility-I plan a hit to the governor
Open, open, behold the gift, designed to kill many men
I stick em for billiard pins
Like cavin some world in, flashin death like lightnin from the Heavens
Leavin rappers sufferin the thirst of a silent curse
That came from the Earth when the planet was reversed.
Here are the needles, see that he dies
From the effect of a drug, come bleeding out of his eyes
I chop off his feet, so he cant walk and talk, then he claims to stalk
I shove him with pitchfork and stack up dead corpse
A Soldier of the Darkness, kidnap an MC for a hostage
Then break loose on the stage
Tradin places like slaves bein trained, Im under pressure
Thoughts be actin wild like a child molester
Mad man terrorism, todays journalism
Goin to war across the country with another organism
Killarmy madness is how we kill em
[Prodigal Sunn]
Since the calculations of time which held the life that held the day of
expiration, steady creation
Mental death-the source of the abomination
I emerge from the house upon your territory
This one, alias Sun of Man no longer deceived by Satans blend
Heres a ministry fightin wars of demonology
Soldiers have got knowledge, rewritin your sins of reality
Lyrical space, the black neophyte, run a satellite
I should jump deep beyond the depths of my inner sight
Visions of me on the night of a solar eclipse
A-boardin the mothership, takin my last whiff from this polluted mess
Another souls vibration escapes this cold tunnel of fire
Show alliance, usin your brain from the lord sire
I tie your fuckin brain up with barbed wire
Infused thoughts left ya bruised, him been condemned
To the rims of Hell, afraid to walk
Reaction, slow-motion, in shock from the explosion
Symptoms of death-left ya chokin on your own breath
You better study your literature, seek the scriptures
Biblical folds n scrolls, laced in velour robes
Killah Priest precise, the messenger 60-Second,
Hell Razah, bless em, overcome the oppression
[Killah Priest]
Hearken as the night darkens
Youve been warned that the Priest will soon swarm
Now youll be done away like the unicorn,
With night time as my uniform
And death as my sword, the universal warlord
The Sunz of Man came together for one accord
You cant read about it, its not a myth
Heres a puncture, to your rib, (pshaw) for a gift
And the only present Im dealin with is now
The supreme slayer, I wrote the book of Isaiah
Layin bodies down by the layer
Burn em before the assembly
And watch his ashes go up through the chimney
They have disguised me as brass before his prayers
And though his words be lost in the air
The reason you felt chained is cause Ive been ordained
I tie you up and throw you off a fuckin plane
And fill up your parachute with more dead bodies
Dont ask me why--its a fuckin hobby!
Burn em with the fuel, put down ya tool, I laugh at you
(Why?) Because MCs are my footstool
[60-Sec. Assassin]
You enter the hocus pocus, perhaps the dopest
Tote this, for those all with dope shit
Focus, I blood-shot your lyrics with cirrhosis
Ferocious sound effects break the "glaucosis"
Insanity enters humanity like an enemy
Invade your central nervous system like an advent
Mathematically schematic, Ima panic, couldnt hold on to a tablet
Semantic, goes through your system like an addict
Bomb glistenin, watch for the blow, I deliver it
Faster stroll, you wrote, minute, barrier, delinquent
Grabs your soul, magnetic flux be out of control
Im leavin peeps serviceable, sell his soul to the toilet bowl
All your possessions I own for my own
The chemical, you clone, "comatosis," the syndrome,
The Rip-Van, the Winkle, twinkle twinkle
You caught up with your days now, organism star
What part, whistle heart, intruders travel so far
Not even the master chart would put ya arteries back apart
From Allah, this technique is so odd, odd, odd...
[ Soldiers Of Darkness Lyrics ]