Sunz Of Man

*Strange eyes keep on watching me
I see those strange eyes keep on watching me
Strange eyes keep on watching me
I see those strange eyes keep on watching me

[Blue Raspberry]
**(Strange eyes...)
If things don't go we can work it out
When problems occur we can talk it out
Niggas all round up for another fight
They round up tight trying to get that money right
I'll be happy when I see the stress is gone
But the devils won't let 'em learn right from wrong
When I wake up, get up and get it straight
If I don't do it now, it might be too late

**Repeat

*Repeat

[12 O'Clock]
You right, see?
What's up, nigga? Let's go steal a coup
and practice kung fu on the roof next to the pigeon coup
and keep the stack like the big boy Cadillac
Fourty eight tracks, got my voice on the DAT
Samurai style for them niggas actin wild
and them jealous motherfuckers throwing boo's in my crowd
Steve Rifkin feel 'em proud, Wu made it loud
Now them nine can't relax, Killarm' throw swords on tracks
Unite my Kingdom, Family Royal
When Brooklyn Zu saw you, it's a Sunz of Man jam
Allah, be the black man, '97 banned
Prob'ly million fans, niggas own this land

*Repeat

[60 Second Assassin, (Blue Raspberry)]
My niggas if you're uptight, time to get this money right
(My niggas if you're uptight, time to get this money right)
We run the million dollar scams with this bird in our hands
(We run the million dollar scams with the bird in our hands)
Grab save your sword from self and I swings my for delf
(Grab your sword from self and I swings my for delf)
Grab save your sword from self and I swings my for delf
(Grab your sword from self and I swing my for delf)

[Prodigal Sunn]
Yo, I'm never lonely in the battlefield
The apple they kill, official blood spill
From Bed-Stuy, East New York, the face of Brownsville
This sound is real, I astound, reveal
I peal a 7 mil', addicted to dope, coke and crills
On the street corner, they sleep on us, we keep burners
See them lame guys with strange eyes? It don't concern us
Bloods and Crips, automatic slugs to whip
We quit the drug shit, now we on some music and shit
Living this ghetto dream, settle mellow out with CREAM
My thousand man team, samurai king, keeping our thoughts clean
Keeping our thoughts clean, turn off your high beams

*Repeat

**Repeat

(feat. Zodiac Killah)

What's up man?
Aight
[more talking]

Yo Priest what's up with that track man?
Let me represent that shit for dolo man, fuck that

Yo fuck that man, word is bond
I'm reckin on this mike man, fuck that kid
[Sunz Of Man]
What up

[Hell Razah]
I'mma transport inside the mind that ya got
And I'mma 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
I'm from the L's 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 ain't no future
When ya beein in a killin zone cross shooter
Hype is not for winners it's for sinners that are losers
Guess I spell profanity, on all mics that'll handle me
Then I brain damage, leave ya deaf, dumb and stranded
Abandon all ya missed, understand it understands
See it's 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, I'm 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, I'm the ripper
The mentally ill individual, growin up,
Thinkin like, hangin with criminals
I'm on a Ram-Page and plus I'm 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 I'm vocalizin
Paragraphs, thoughts, thoughts from distorture
I dare, from L's, to when they dwell to my ears fell out
I get buddha black when I reless the stress
Thoughts that I address, niggas can't 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 can't 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 wan't 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, I'm clever with the style that I shoot with
Full of funk, electryifing like ya execution
To give to the top, a rock, a droppet
I'm wicked outta here like I'm Mustafa forgot dat

(feat. Zodiac Killah)

[Chorus: Hell Razah]
I stalk in the land where the world's gonna end
Life is a game that the blacks never win
You can't look back, when the devils on attack
Or be the next victim inside this deathtrap

[Hell Razah]
When I stalk, I take a deep breath of death
In the atmosphere, then I prepare to meet my enemy
I leave ya lost inside a mental maze
Like bad memory plus a overdose of amnesia
Equals brain seisures
With no warning, too prejudice
Critics who don't pee wee judgin us had gimmicks
Why die think they rappers
Cuz they study the dictionaries
Is life is a cycle from ya birthday to the cemeteries?
My third eye, describe the fantasy world alive
I eat food for thought, on Thanksgiving
Instead of celebrating, the killin of the Indians
My brain potential turn me into a mental maniac
You think ya zaniac, when I'm outsane
Creating more mysterious, curious shit than a Dr. Strange
Had a full capacity fillin ya open dome like a cavity
Too many tragedies, caused by demons that lack on strategy
My intellectual concepts is logic, ya disect, blood spill, white spill
Study it for my test, a life of death escapes
Burn like the equator to eliminate ya face
The doors of hell is closin by minute we deathtrapped in it
I'm searchin for the beginning, but the end, they let me win it
I'm alergic to murder futures, in the price time the evidence is mine
Think beyond, right now, I can hear souls of the innocent
Crying in pain, every year, only we had no real ears
To hear the fear
The ritual wounds, I glide, cuz the dark days will raid skies
And it will rain pain on the insane devils in the sky
When under pressure, ya can't stand still on ya own flatline
With ya part time, wack ass rhymes

[Chorus]

[Zodiac Killah]
Here's another lesson, parental discreation is advised
My rhymes open eyes and lies in my hands
Who is the man with the power
Brainwash and met don't wanna step in the shower
The rain, the acid rain from the brainstorm ya get named dame
Yo its just another strangle goes a bang into a mental
When I was a young lad, they said I had potential
I udalized the fight, Deadly Venoms as a weapon
Sudden death, when destruct, with the lethal ejection
Danger, don't talk to strangers, I hang ya
In the torture chamber, brother release the hanger
The beat, join the ranks of the deceised
When ya rest in piece or better yet pain
Cuz my name lock in ya brain just like aroma
Thoughts swell inside of ya mind like a tumor
In this rap field you couldn't match me kid
I begged ya when the seventh sense said I was electric, kid
That word is bond, I rock from the dusk till dawn
Thru the day to night, from the dark to the light
The way that I rock is catastrophic
It's sick, psychotic, nerves I got it
Paragraphs, are toxic
Give you a sign if you don't know the time
Grab the glock to ya face as I waste ya mind

[Chorus]

[Prodigal Sunn]
Our father who art in hell
Out to make ya suffer, pray to maintain under pressure
Mentally I'm out of the anger
All my physical state dwells to hate, my obligation is bleep the fate
Of the mind of the wicked
Livin in fantasies, caught up in fantasies, spray ya
Calamities and tragedies
Be who who hate it, like ?? my recalation
Against the man who cancels of recooperation
Mass the game as I torture,
Talk to ya brain on the remains of blood veins above they kanes
Be my, toss and typo, like a loss of a cycle
This is a hell, see thru the house above the cypher
The ghettos and the projects massive within
In the jungle with sin, the drama never end

[Chorus]

[Killah Priest]
Killah Priest, Iron Sheik from the Middle East
Raps cause torment lay dorment in the East
Pick it up slow, say whats sup
For Da Last Future, Hell Razah
Holy Psychaitrist, Prodigal Sunn
Population Click, Wu-Tang, Gravediggaz

[60 Sec. Assassin]
Now children go when I send thee
Uh, now how should I send the law?
I'm gon' send the Killah Priest
Through the Sunz of Man
I'm gon' send in Bethlehem
It's the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send in

[Killah Priest]
A world premier on the frontier for a year
Those with the ear, let 'em hear
I ride the camel, wearin' golden sandals
Gold shield, war force field
Silver spear, jasper armor flooded with onyx
Silk garment, a silk cape, a nickel plate breastplate
A golden helmet, a purple robe clothed with the velvet
Pullin' my diamond sword through ya pelvis, collar shinin like Elvis
Studied clubs, a golden club, roll out the white glove
I'm above, show you love for the general
Bag me the emeralds, never end the jewels
Attendin school of thoughts, red curtains, white turbans
Purple silk, blue quilt, sippin soy milk as the scales tilt
Holy tablets made from the Abbot's finest fabrics
Crystal glass, gold rims flooded with gems
The son of Shim sung me hymns
Enjoy the royal smell, golden bells
King Soloman's spells, holy vails
Instruments of excellence, new testaments
The annointed, flamboyant, rap for your enjoyment

[60 Sec. Assassin]
Now children go when I send thee
Uh, now how should I send the law?
I'm gon' send the Prodigal Sunn
Through the Sunz of Man
I'm gon' send in Bethlehem
Through the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send thee

[Prodigal Sunn]
My lyric condition, critical, political
Analytical, controversal, diversal, verbal, daily rehearsal
My ora, presidential, we shed your mental temple for life
I born supreme knowledge to make the wisdom my wife
No time for strife, decrease releasin through the mic device
You better think twice, precise or get crushed like ice
Ever since I been an MC, never knew nothin to be for free
The recipe consists of space, time and energy
Physical isolation escapin, revelation every since creation
I see the slaves in my nation came to make a change
Live out my name, sustain The Grain, consider the strange deranged
Even insane in the brain, I felt the strain of pain
From the migranes and bloodstains, now I know the game
And only a few stay the same

[60 Sec. Assassin, (Hell Razah)]
Now children go when I send thee
Uh, now how should I send the law?
I'm gon' send the Heaven the Hell Raz'
Through the Sunz of Man
I'm gon' send in (Brooklyn, Bethlehem, Bethlehem)
Through the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send in Bethlehem

[Hell Razah]
What up, son? Nuttin but clouds and the UFO's
What's goin' down? Nuttin but souls as we open scrolls
I was born as a grand Sun of Man from Abraham
Brooklyn was my Bethelehem, I blessed the land with children
Keep a gun in hand, must understand my plan
You drown in the quicksand, hair wrapped like arabs from Iran
We crash clubs, black blood, shed for money love
Backstabber's hugs, little kids follow thugs sellin drugs
Unlawful marriages, miscarriages, savages livin fabulous
Buildin drug palaces, players play 'til that day of repentance
A one way entrance, a death or life sentence
I'm like the banker, when I thank a wave my interest
Hell Razah, I come with prophecies, missioners possibly
Animosity, keep you watchin me
The golden owl, while you approach
I make your coach throw in the towel
Use you consonants and vowels
Precious jewels stress them fools, drop your tool
Stop repentin, now go where I sent him

[60 Sec. Assassin]
Now children go when I send in 60 Sec.
Uh, now how should I send the law?
I'm gon' send the one by one
One was the ity bity baby
Two was the palmentor, south pole
Three was the hebrew, children
Four was the son standin at the door
Three was the hebrew, children
Two was the palmentor, south pole
One was the ity bity baby
Wrapped all in that
I may know what you gon' name that
A stranger that's born, born as a Sun of Man
You and you, Sunz of Man want you
You and you, you and you
Sunz of Man drop jewels, you and you
You and I Vs. to make the Sunz' shit work

Yo what's up man
Yo just maintainin
Just chillin
Goin through the same shit, that's all
Yo I got, I found this paper, knawhatimsayin?
Talkin about that alluminati stuff, some new world order
Some psychic hotlines or
Let's give her the call see what's up
[numbers dialed]
[ring]

[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Hello, my psychic hotline
Dial 1-900 Free-Ya-Mind, Da Last Future, call us up if ya blind
We don't need a phone to communicate with minds
It's Hell Razah, hello my psychic hotline

YO we got some callers, son
Let's pick up the first caller, the first caller

Hello, my psychic hotline

We got the first caller

[Hell Razah]
Hello pranksters, too many gangsters in hip hop
Without knowledge, it's like a pyramid built that ain't solid
Ya ass will get blown away demolished
You better study more jewels than college, I promise
Who dare double dare to true scare those with peace street consequence
To eat, rather West Coast than Middle East
You be marked by the beast,
That decrease that black race that increase
Too much ocean, it get deep
For dreamers that's asleep
Blessed be the meak, I be the strong first to weak
The wolf vs. the sheep, to fight and like cowboys and indians
Cops and criminals, American citizens vs. aliens
I dug up more lies than libariens
Here I be Sha the King of the Israelians
Use your little two ears to hear me in
In the meanwhile, Razah reptiles, get exou, who try to bite us
With their poisonous, Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars,
Always be the noisest
Now you got riot squad, surrounded the house of God
Pullin out their shotties, Illuminati agents
Tryin to devine and conquer, ya heavenly body
I study my roots while ya party
And get drunk off of Bacardi
And rentin Ferrari's, a hell safari
North America wilderness, Zoo York where animals stalk
And work for the devil without a pitch fork
Sellin pork of all sort, trying to kill off our righteous thoughts
Now the wicked is fallin, hold on somebody else is calling
Somebody is calling

[Chorus]

"Yo I got things messin with my mind man"

[Hell Razah]
Psychic Hotline, the next caller, call from the south of the border
Needed information on the new world order
"I got a daughter and a son and gun
Which way should I go, Heaven is too high"
Hell is too low, hello, I come forth in White Rose for Black Justice
The untrusted, they get convicted, I predicted
Ever since I was affected from the house of the wicked
Razah mental dead, swingin my double edge swords takin heads
I'm givin vampires garlic bread
Mattresses for they death bed
I see three sixes inside ya forhead
With the same aim as a infa red
And slaves hang off they last thread
Before the spread of bloodshed
It goes that be spoon fed, treasures of the wicked
Prophet, nothin of the gifted
Im from the city where the streets are gold
The young and the old, all thrones
Made the presses gems and stones
All rise, let me exercise
The adrenaline for the millenium, devils they be kill 'em
I'm healin them
Give them my competitors, face of the Syrians
Draggin opponents through oblivion
Taught by the teacher of experience
You and your seed need to be camouflage like fatigue
Cuz degree and thieves be makin judgements on stolen land
The Children Of Izrael, expand in the village of the damn
I meditate on Mount Fuji inside Japan
Never let ya left know about ya right hand
Understand don't bite it, I write it
With thoughts of psychic, with hotlines

[Interlude:]
Let me use, let me ask a question
How long uses were on the phone damn
[more arguing]
I got some questions that want to be answers
I wanna know about the ebonics
Ebonics?
I can tell you about the shit
Ebony?
What that ebonics stand for
Devils wanna know
Bout to go outside

[Chorus]

(feat. Shabazz the Disciple)

Blood clot...

Yo what I'm about to do
Is explain how the elements came together
Formed the Disciples and the Sunz of Man

[Shabazz The Disciple]
I was chained, and thrown in the tombs
With 85 people in a long dark room
Christ appeared with a robe and a beard
We had a deep conversation, and then he disappeared
He told me I was chosen to be one of his Disciples
I must find a certain man to complete the cycle
He told me he shall dwell on the house on fire
So they I dwellin, and they I met Messiah
The Killah Priest, The Iron Sheik from the Middle East
My raps cause torment, lay dorment in the beat

[Outro: Killah Priest]

So let's now open up the scrolls
And let's jot down the names of each apostle
We have the Killah Priest
Shabazz, the Holy Wizard
Reality, the Hell Razah
Ramel, the Prodigal Sunn
Demonic, Kavalier, the wise one Isalimit
Dreddy Kruger, Lochness Monster (Skitsafranic)
Holy Ghost, 60 Second Assassin
The Wu-tang Clan, Gravediggaz
Cousin Bumpsta, Jah
Old Man, don't forget all the Prophet's out there
Goes on to all the Prophets (Biologic)
12 Disciples, The Sunz Of Man (Disciples)
The Sunz Of Man (Disciples) repeated
The cycle of life
Going through each chapter
Goes on
Mark the scannin
Big Clint
Master Wu
Big Herb
To my man Duh, Junior

(feat. Zodiac Killah)

[Hell Razah]
Welcome to the Hell Hole
The only escape is to die
And the truth you believe, tell lies
To ya eyes

Competition I disinagrate, if you another wack I hate one
I tie you down to a hot spike table
You ain't able to stand still own your flat line
You trap bomb inventor
Your mind is in the center of the Hell Hole
And I smell ya nose in my business
By the way tell Santa Claus, I mean Satan Claus who
Wanna burn a devil up for Christmas
I need attention, parental discreation is advised
So lies in face, for eternity, life that is
All beats without water,
I order all demons in the streets of insanity
To become what ya plan be, stand over criminology
In ya society, why die for dead presidents you everyday slave
Got reality for evidence,
Water trap bodies like a magnet to rays in the ground
What goes up that don't come down
My flow is deep under water style, that will drown individuals
Ritual of rhymes with Jews, that send the smartest
Nerd back to school on bad news
Verbally I abuse ya mental and we use ya brain as a mental
Until my lyrics, I sent you, spilt, spread
Throughout ya empty head spinnin
Why should I beg, hope and pray, when I'm already
Promised a death day
I come eliminate with no gimmicks, and all mean I give you
No ideas to mimic, so many wannabes on tracks
Like they playas, chasin acts they couldn't kill
Shit is real, can ya emotions really feel it

[Chorus:]
Livin in hell
Livin in hell
Livin it, everyday
You even get bucked by steel
This seeds is ill
And our peoples is passin away

[Zodiac Killah]
Resurrected from the grounds of the devilish demons
Let me just assure you, that you not even dreamin
Cuz there should be reality, ya negative metallic
Doin art, body parts, take a stroll into my gallery
Cuttin bodies open and I hang em by they veins
Play em like fuck so they can entertain me
As I relax with some whiney shit
Cuz there's somethin really wrong with mine and shit
Niggas be mad scared of the shit I be kickin
With the burner motherfuck on the brilliest invention
I'm real, harder than steel, tougher than lether
And all that rough shit put together
Not the kinda nigga that easy to kill
Cuz death, ask the death it's kinda hard to be filled
I'm illa than a nigga laid to rest
And look you still standin, and at the present point I'm clandin
All the wall the angels of the world to get ya
Better raise ya like quitar let the force be with ya

[Hell Razah]
How should I do ya? Should I stick a knife thru ya back
Ya wack, admit it against ya jack for ya contract
Horror Days is every day, playin with ya dead
I scrape the skin off the head, and ya skull I get it cracked like that
As I wrap ya brain cells up like a mummy
Ya gotta make money, all the honies fuck later
Eliminate niggas like the Terminator
Attack of the perpetrators, beware of originators
Danger, begin the air that you breathin
Schemin all eat, is like a real fat ass nigga leanin on me
So back up off me, closed up in a coffin, and let ya coffin up
Out ya mouth, quit chokin off a razor blade, first of aid
Havin naked sex, go to hell with ya tech
Ya followin in it on the next nigga dick check
Come ready, get ready, for the X to get wet

[Chorus]

[Zodiac Killah]
Greeters from hell, as I swell ya brain cells
Quarter off within the 12th gong of ya church bell
Teachers prepare from the hole
Ease splill it to the Devil's control
Knockin at ya, ya soul
There's no way to escape
Ya must come face to face with the gates of hate
Dominate ya mind state, for words ya can't relate to the words
I been cursed at birth till I had on Earth
People dyin the route, people tryin to drown be on death
Never keep bouncin on my chest
Can't catch my breath, so I gasp for air
In Hell poison and pollution is in the atmosphere
Word is bond, this shit is like the gong that it jet
The evil thought that be born in ya head

Yes
You shall dwell here for eternity
In the Hell Hole, In the Hell Hole
Motherfucka, you ain't comin out