[Chorus x2: Hell Razah (all)]
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When I say Sunz of, you say Man
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(Sunz of Man, Sunz of Man)
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[Hell Razah]
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When my lyrics touch the frozen, you frost the lost
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As I've rosen out my mental grave, livin dead, trapped in my head
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I know the ledge and still learnin, the ignorant brain surgeon
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Here's your permanent effect of a death servant to all satanic maniacs
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When I give these raps, your mental will collapse
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Back down to the surface of the Earth with these murderous disasters
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For all wicked pastors, they turn to ashes
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And prudent churches, with verses, curses
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Now we bury them in metal hurses, submit his clothes
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Fuck his tombstone, the unknown dimension
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Don't close ya brain yet, be my guest
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The holder, when I release the stress, unusual
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Runnin over you, with my rhymes with jewels, rituals
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Dealin with your spiritual reality, mentalities come from enemies
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Through the outer me, disbelievers get amnesia
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A trip to the outer galaxy, my soul leaves a white hole
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I tried to swallow me, demons don't follow me
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[Prodical]
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I be the planet inheriter, master, soul controller
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Writer of the lyrical manifold, I explode with the Craftmatic scroll
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Givin you a taste of death, seven bullets through your chest
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Then I rest in peace, then you die in stress
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I torch your carcus in the middle of the Dead Sea
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You drown in misery, lost his shroud in reality
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And through my mental chemistry life is propelled
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In this pit of collision, America, for surely call it Hell
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It came in text that I was sent as a visionary
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I travel with the humble, still bled through the struggle
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The last of survival, soakin knowledge, both sides of the equator
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Science and mathematic refills my attic
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From what I visualize I'm stranded in the wilderness
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I'm forced to fight, driven into the darkness
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Opposin war with mercenaries and devils
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With the Sunz of Man I stroll through Hell, defeatin fuckin rebels
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But feelin the wounds of ?, I let the lead pull the fire, persecutin the
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liar
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It said the meak shall inherite the Earth
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For what it's worth I teach my seeds so they eat or bleed durin child birth
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[7th Ambassador]
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Tensions in the atmosphere so you're best to beware
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Or be burned by my flames of fury cuz I be the executioner, judge and jury
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And once I've reached a verdict your ass will be murdered
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In a second, execution style, decapitate your head with my wreck
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When I fling it like a frisbee, I know two LP's
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Could bust a dome down into three different parts
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Plus I have some CD's aimin for your heart
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As I shoot 'em, they're left, lodged in your bone and your flesh
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But shootin through the surface of your chest
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The fluids are still leakin from your neck, what a mess
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Can be created, when my explosive temper's activated
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Niggaz don't know the anger I possess, within
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The conscious capability of sin, it's killin me
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Slowly, even the unholy can't control me
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When I'm on that different level, go to Hell with the devil
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And the God that ya must say I must pray to
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Before I lay my head down to rest, peep the thief
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When ya gamble with ya life, you should send over your place for keeps
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Situations made my trife, should you depend upon the streets?
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It's Hell in these days that we live in
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[Chorus x2]
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[Killah Priest]
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Two kids fought in the womb
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One brother will be stronger than the other
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The mother, Rebecca, Isaac was the father
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Abraham, the author, one white, the other slightly darker
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The children, the prophecy, Genesis twenty-five, verse twenty-three
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The elder shall serve the younger, I heard the thunder
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Passed out from hunger, plus I was thirsty, I begged for mercy
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Am I worthy to be the Priest? Behold seven Greeks
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I pulled the sword out my sheet, but the vision, made me weak
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Emprisoned in the deep, my mind risen from the East
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The wisdom of the Killah Priest, now take you through 60 Sec. of the elect
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[60 Second Assassin]
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Ahh.. a new era, I'm like raisin terror
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So highly mechanised, nigga die
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To measure the inevitable, be on like episodes
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The deadly technical, whose scribes givin rise to time
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Before celestial, don't beam |