[winds blowing]
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[Intro: Prodigal Sunn (Hell Razah)]
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Yeah (yeah yeah yeah)
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Many years in this shit (Young Razah)
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I'm still here, we still here, SOM (Young Razah 'bout to talk to y'all)
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The Sunn stay burnin'
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We don't give a fuck about this shit (SunZini yeah)
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(Black Satin/60 Sec Assassin)
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(Feel the game)
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(Bitch yo Knight 'bout to do it)
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[Prodigal Sunn]
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Camouflaged through the City Lights, I paint pictures
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Faint the scripture fascinated with crime, of brutally the liquor
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Searchin' for the answers, Arthur feet down died of cancer
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The fall and rise of black people, God is your only answer
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A little laughter for the good times and bad times
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A day of sunshine, purity and deeper of designs
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Steeper of minds, keeper of rhymes, my soul reclines
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Build a gold mine and see my fam grow with time
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Although it may seem, it ain't what it appears to be
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I stay sincerely, dearly, see I can feel with relating
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Criminatin', interrogatin', God forsaken
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I'm on my heart achin', daddy on the block fakin'
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Another life taken, caught up in the hands of Satan
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Great minds think alike, think Elevation
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I shall proceed to teach my seeds
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And I guaranteed indeed to blow trees
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and I...
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[Chorus: Omar Conry]
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I'm searchin', I'm circling for the life
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I'm searchin', gon' be a fight tonight
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I'm seachin', I'm searchin' for the light
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I'm searchin', I'm searchin' for the fire
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[Hell Razah]
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In this hip hop extravaganza, we the answer
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Fuck dancers, pimps, hoes, players and gamblers
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We Black Panthers, bandanas with cock hammers
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Reporters got recorders, your films, tapes and cameras
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Analyse this new grammar, you might catch us in Atlanta
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We get around like Sel Antanas
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Got rich niggas can't stand us, payin' the banners
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And black ballers, we set up tracks with a chorus
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Get clapped by my rap supporters, catch you borders
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Sleep walkers, get advanced to street orders
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Hell comin', drop the dice, no runnin'
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From here to London, still the snakes stay cunnin'
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Christ descendents, shocked the world with a sentence
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Invade your kingdom, now got the first born Princess
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Give repentence at the heaven's gate entrance
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I rise like a bank interest
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[Chorus]
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[60 Second Assassin]
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It's goin' on like this one be the site, excite
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Never gives a fuck about hype
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Babies use it for ya rhymes, aight?
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Smoke it for your piece pipe
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TNT outlaw before ya niggas seen it right?
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F.A. Rock, what up big Divine? Yo Shallah!
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Keep them niggas' hands up right
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While I fuck these niggas up right
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Silence your Lamb, it ain't Sam
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I lay dorment in the sand
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Come visit my minute glass of mayhem
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Jesus Christ and foodstamps, better move man
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You stickin' out like a fat ass
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It's a wrap player, I went from pimpin' the skag
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I left shit in the bag, in them pants fool
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Fat like haystack Calhoon, you niggas is a pigeon coup
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I mastered physicals
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[Chorus]
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[Omar Conry]
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Why we fighting? Fighting for the right
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AIn't no way we can do the fight tonight
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C and them Sunz of Man
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We fighting for our souls
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Te fighting will a plan, it's burning on my soul
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The Trinity
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Sunz of Man |