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    Sunz Of Man

    Combat

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    (feat. Zodiac Killah)
    Whats up man?
    Aight
    [more talking]
    Yo Priest whats up with that track man?
    Let me represent that shit for dolo man, fuck that
    Yo fuck that man, word is bond
    Im reckin on this mike man, fuck that kid
    [Sunz Of Man]
    What up
    [Hell Razah]
    Imma transport inside the mind that ya got
    And Imma transport to a braisol and drop to begin
    To spread ya Aloe head gel
    Every tape has an inmate and blow up ya brain cells
    All ya reactions is trapped in my time warp
    And smoke em, ya get leg broken
    Home, choken by roast a deli slogans
    To once, quick to get guns I blow ya open
    Im from the Ls of the Murderville
    Where we possess to kill, and strangle the demons, cuz schemin on skills
    My styles is disguised, nigga ply ya naked eye
    I twist minds, insert through ya disc drives
    To reprogram ya dead computer, they aint no future
    When ya beein in a killin zone cross shooter
    Hype is not for winners its for sinners that are losers
    Guess I spell profanity, on all mics thatll handle me
    Then I brain damage, leave ya deaf, dumb and stranded
    Abandon all ya missed, understand it understands
    See its hectic, for niggas that quenchin
    So they get wetted, with techs in their hands, hoes in they head
    Ran on my land, ya kind digest raw stress
    When all ya thoughts up gots to pay tape, Im x rated
    And love to kick that I made it
    Religion is racism, and I ate this rhythem
    Oh shit, time to execute that new manuever
    Cuz I feel this shit will be very unexpected
    My mind a worse, weapon, murderin all cyphers and sessions
    I love my moms, cuz havin her gone was a blessin
    And they know until I stop, not be ready to I fuck it
    Chop ya head, style, Im the ripper
    The mentally ill individual, growin up,
    thinkin like, hangin with criminals
    Im on a Ram-Page and plus Im lyrical, miracles
    We make niggas dig up they graves, like the Aztecs with AIDS
    All hell pays when ya livin in my Horror Days, in my Horror Days
    [yelling & arguing]
    [Zodiac Killah]
    Verbally surprising, mind magnetizin
    Niggas is hypnotized from the rhymes Im vocalizin
    Paragraphs, thoughts, thoughts from distorture
    I dare, from Ls, to when they dwell to my ears fell out
    I get buddha black when I reless the stress
    Thoughts that I address, niggas cant contest
    Ya get rained on, this random in the flap with the brainstorm
    Create that new shit while ya still singin the same songs
    Get it straight, I paralize ya mind state with hate
    Intense pain, ya brain get maintained to wait superparalysis
    Allowing these brain cells with cow asarbavation
    Of a situation that makes an analysis
    Conclusion, bust might cause confusion cause of the words
    How you like substitution, conclusion, have ya brain get brutalized
    Sabotage ya mental, my rhymes ya cant manage
    Those that battle, I got that aight no with brain damage
    Niggas step I guess suicidal intentions
    Get throwed out the rain like a dame women extensions
    I leave ya with ya mind in potention
    That rhymes that I mention,
    will blast you through a whole nother dimension
    Your pores, tossed in the land of the lost
    I keep it real, when it feels no remorse, those that cross
    My path, will get blasted to the beginning
    The bottom of the barrel, no tears to admit cuz ya
    thoughts is crazy narrow
    Nah, amplifly the death blow front
    If you want the chance to die, rap fanatic
    A slave to the rhythem like an adict
    Man slaughter, my solid flow is sorta automatic
    When I lift up the spliff and I rip up a rhyme
    For the fool who wanna flip, I gotta rip on the night
    When whenever, Im clever with the style that I shoot with
    Full of funk, electryifing like ya execution
    To give to the top, a rock, a droppet
    Im wicked outta here like Im Mustafa forgot dat
    [ Combat Lyrics ]
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