[Johnny Blaze]   So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit   Fuck the world, word up   Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast', collabora-tion      [Chorus:]      Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs   Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood   Because is you down or are you down just because   Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs      [Verse One: True Master]      Yo, when you least expect is when we attack, in fact   your format, is not yet suitable for combat   Still dissident factions within the Kingdom   Campaign desperate attempts to take your freedoms   Emphatically, wack strategy, don't impress me   Impulsiveness'll only bring you tragedy, test me   Descent to the essence quickly, niggaz strictly flip   Fuckin with this royal assembly, the Sunz of Man   summon me, Chief Administrator of the Law   True Master in this hardcore Art of War   I explore the depths on conflict and with no pretense   found the best strategy the most impressive defense   So when you rush to attack, it be I to crush your force   and exhaust your whole supply   Don't send for reinforcements, give orders for men to maintain   they respective borders, or it's a God damn slaughter      [Verse Two: Method Man]      Shots in the park, it be on after dark   Hungry like the Wolf when the beef starts to cook   When push come to shove, we push through the club   Pocket full of bud, baby armed with the snub   nosed I suppose, you get body-snatched when you doze   Recognize your friends from your foes   or here lie, another one victimized   Left for The Fly, now what size is this?   Nigga your size, and I would be much obliged   to get a fatter piece of that pie   Still got my Eyes on the Prize, and like Gloria   I will survive, at war with the warrior   Hot with the rhyme.. pennies   Turn the heat up, and bend me   Prepare for the next milleni'   I can't sleep, I'm in the shit knee deep   In a race against time, beat your motherfuckin beat   Hold your satellite Son, I'm from where you from   Same shit different slum, where we about to go   ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice   when we done, and all minds are one, yo      [Chorus]      [Verse Three: Prodigal Sunn]      I be the Rabbi watched by snake eyes as the playa hate rise   New York state side to the West side   Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here   to Palestine watch Sunz of Man climb   I could tell a fake from a handshake for man's sake to hittin truth   I translate til the land quake   I plan my escape on the good fan base   Strictly satisfaction like the Sunz of Man tape   No copy or biting off of what your man make   It's 1998, get your own mindstate   In 1999 write your own platinum rhymes   Can you see my love even though we be with thugs?   Yo, words and keyboards we please the Lord   Lyrics feed the poor, while the rich receive the sore   Couldn't stay in one spot too long, split in fours   Told the truth the four tours brought artists four doors   I rock the concert til my arm hurt, doin God's work   while you Star Search, I take your mind to Mars' dirt   Uhh, what   I said, can you see my love even though we be with thugs?      [Verse Four: Hell Razah]      This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom   ? of Islam, keeps me calm   from doing you harm, when I attack, it's Vietnam   Through CD-ROM, the mega bomb severs the ice in your charm   Too late for Salaam, slugs rip through your arm   Double lead arm supreme head some fled from the bloodshed   Painting many in red, leavin Iranians dead   ? , hangin fast on they deathbed   Out the window, lyrics flow like hot chemicals   Burning competitors, from they ears to they asshole   You wanna battle, I seperate your Adam's Apple   Crack your skully with a Snapple bottle, on the Apollo   Can you read black, ease back, we bleed tracks   Breeze through facts, contacts smack your wolfpack      [Chorus]      [Johnny Blaze]   Hold your satellite Son, I'm from where you from   Same shit different slum, where we about to go   ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice   when we done, and all minds are one, men from the Sun