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Sunz of Man - Illusions lyrics
featuring Masta Killa [ Chorus: Sunz of Man ] Aiyyo this rap game aint what it seems Artists get cream turn fiend Selling people a dream [ Hell Razah ] Aiyyo you rappers dont amuse me wit your crystals or oozies Industry groupies living after movies They scarfaced my race some support hate Lifes a court date some die to escape so hold your weight You niggas brag too much fuck wit us we bag you up And use the same clique that you thought would back you up Its nine eight eliminate bait and open gates Enough with chains and whips lets make brains eclipse We all claim we rich, hold thugs in crypts Forgot about the seeds growing up seven to six Fuck a Benz wit tints I got the razor prints Yall rappers love idols there it is Im convinced Burn my contract, mental combat And stomp your battle rap wit a Vietnam track Red and white Sadaam rap sippin Cognac I bet you didnt loopb know that the real Jews are black I tell the truth cat where your mind chooses at The world or the heavens? God or the reverend? Your girl or your weapon? Christ armageddon armageddon ( geddon ) [ Chorus ] ( 4x ) [ 60 Second Assassin ] Here in this life Big cities a dream on the low is the scheme A fiend that clock green without jockin somebodys sting About the plot You pull the ox who pull the stash outlock Yo wuddup I, about ready to pull the rabbit out the top Platinum gold oops upside your knot Now nigga stop now nigga please You aint really ready to roll them sleeves With your three degrees forty below nothin but recipes Tight jeans, hype and dont know what nuthin means Acting like you Billie Jean selling How to be a Fiend When your loves about black marketing a nigga for his cream And the big apple it aint always what it seems You might get fooled shes a queen From out of town wagging her swing All around with she glasses and women asses is what made men jack asses Everything including your company jacket And niggas asses for your ransom And next thing you know they got a nigga dancin Chancin him out of his advancements And how yall gonna pay back these back taxes? This aint healthy for your assets Its like your face done been bashed in your career aint happning After the monkey wrenches and forks done been stabbed in [ Masta Killa ] Intruiging to the ear but bitter to the heart I begin to take part in The Art of Dart Throwin Starring the Wu-Tang swordsmen Raindrops fall the block remains hot Steam rises from the street which forms the clouds that I move through Renew my stainless sword style Allah has spoken the golden code of silence has been broken Mic terrorist shroom brew wickedness improves As I ascend and expand extend I seen men Fall from greats trying to trace the origin But there is no beginning or end to the lifeline Sunz of Man forever shine through the mic line [ Chorus ] ( 4x ) [ Prodigal Sunn ] I say a case of a rap star, permanent scar caught in the rapture Of the bar code, he was more sold like Old Gold Paraseuco industy whore bitches adore Truly yours, feeling me more enemies fall Ill and hardcore ready for tour shakin breakin jaws Makin new laws open the doors healing my sores Blessing the poor, the art of war we less a boar Verse one we guard a star and the starting artist Another target on your market style is garbage You get bombarded whole clique slapped retarded Pussy harded mcs bleed slugs to the body Its physical domination lyrical laceration brutal termination When you fuck wit the federation, collaboratin wit my nation Discussing allegations conversating about the downfall of Satan Ghetto frustration keeps my head piece achin Constant motivation keeps my world in rotation [ chorus ] ( 8x ) Cars? Women? Huh livin lovely? Phat houses? What you think its about? Not gettin paid? Havin fame? Havin everybody lovin you runnin up to you? What you think its about? Think its about teaching? Think its about givin up jewelz? Givin something for the children to look up to? What you think its about? This rap game...y'all gotta figure that out...This rap game |
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