[Intro: Hell Razah] Sunz of... Sunz of... Sunz of Man Sunz of... Sunz of... Sunz of Man It comes down in the last days to makin Bloody Choices Word up yo yo yo yo yo yo yea Killah Priest
[Chorus: Hell Razah]] What you gonna do with God inside you? Where you goin to when Hell's around you? Heaven is the place we on our route to Destroy you right now we about to The sin is to the devil that divides you Knowledge of self will civilize you Civilize you and you and you
[Hell Razah] Yo, yo, yo
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[Hell Razah] Yo, in this universal tournament, I warnin it If my knowledge, you not absorbin it After I thought of it, my brain recorded it Then I track slaughtered it, went on tour with it Longer than life or death, stalkin it (stalkin it) As I inject this in your ear drums, here comes tons of intelligence Fatter than elephants, I lock a mental slave instead of level my Dead Presidents Why should I kill fool who tried to kill me? Walk thru this industry with a bond to my chest for victory History heals me, shields me, force fields me With the truth, goin out like a troop At war and able with my gun ready to shoot Righteous bullets keep the minds wicked-proof Any day you be a target aimed off my roof What? What? What?
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[Prodigal Sunn] Yo, yo, in these revolutions, they never end Do mental and physical calystetics Sharpen my tactics, live Allah's Mathematics Movin in the sun's shadow, devistation, agrivation Stalks my nation, death of temptation, Saten's allegations The fire in us will charge for the wicked to burn Only concerned, levitate, elevate the black germ Thru the process effect your domes with my vocal tones Those who is stoned, elevatin gases thru the microphones Roll with the stroll, rebelious, to weak knowledge I seek the sheeps, will only bring forth the Killah Priest Fatter geristics, automatic, clear as plastic Tragic, drastic, killin all psychopathics On my journey from the house of steel Where Gods reveal the silk, devils distill and kneal Witness the blood spill
[Hell Razah] Life tell lies, death in our face Every other day we killin off our own race Rather drugs, guns, somethin common known This is the place that we all call home Life tell lies, death in our face Every other day we killin off our own race Rather drugs, guns, somethin common known This is the place that we all call home
[Outro: Hell Razah, (Prodigal Sunn)] Yea, yea, Sunz of Man, Wu-Tang Clan (Represent for the whole New York City) Word up (West Coast, South Coast, North Coast) (Word up, all across the globe) 60 Sec. (Universal) Hell Razah (Prodigal Sunn) Yea, yea Killah Priest (That's how we do it) 4th Disciple come down on the tracks ('96) (The trackmaster, 4th Disciple) Wu-Tang Killarmy (4th Disciple) Yea, yea Royal Fam (Population) What? What? Begga Clan What? What? (Yo, Sunz of Man, baby) What you gonna do with God inside you? What you gonna do with God inside you? What you gonna do with God inside you? (What you gonna do?) What you--what you gonna do?
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