Intro: killa sin, p.r. terrrorist      Yeah, yeah, one, two, check it out, yo   5 stages of consciousness right here   You got your conscious, yeah know i'mean, word up   You got your sub-conscious   You got your super-conscious   You got your magnetic-conscious      *various talk by both*      [killa sin]   Yo, I forever stay ready dunn,   Money run gun under the pelly, kind of heavy   Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line   Thirsty to dump but thought twice before I took time to waist   None un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hop he relizes what he did   Perhaps you've got a child on the line and I got time for no pen   See battle up to warn the squad, already bars on my crib   With their guns drawn, seekin killa sin who done slid   Many moons ago, across town whereabouts   Unknown heights blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a fuck   I puff a bone, a usual suspect, I'll never be   Allah sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity   So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your life   And I will      [p.r. terrrorist]   Magazines recovered at homocide scenes, living of rhyming schemes   Always had dreams to be discovered and meanwhile had to blow trial   Not put in foul like the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected guns   Had to watch my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at ceo's   Leaving maternals frisked, faces derenched, buck 50 smile   Your face get lifted and then you shift into another facility   Same shit, back in the world, I stand strong and watch the weak curl   >from the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor   The knowledge, sylabbles and my name is straight terror   Killarmy running through your whole fucking era   With five stages of consciousness, we swiftly change like the weather   And control forecast, rough traffic, off the pad, alive in the act   Your stuck to subjects just like math, ram you off in the first half   This quarter wont last, your leaning on the trigger, guns blast   Blaow, super-conscious leaves this track smashed      [beretta 9]   Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this difficult stage   You gotta maintain, cope with the stress and pain   Still in seek of the shelter that blocks out the rain   A thirty down in the flesh, my mental pretains   Took to much time to explain   The duty of a wise man, to the minds, some will blame   With this physical, mental, will and emotion   The aquizations to control my infinite devotions   Which is to seek the onslaught, cause we express thoughts   To the seeds the wrong foods, that made them with their knots   My dude is to civilize and penalize   Throats were cutting them, they must of got stregthalized   I take it upon myself to reveal the disguise   You fucking snake, I tie you to the graphite, tight   If now to live, you would begin to strike   I waste no time now searching for a mystery   With every twenty five thousand, we renew our history   We be the gods, the asiatic black men, and not reacting   We actually run this shit and defend      *martial art sample*      [islord]   Aiyyo, three years trapped in the belly of the beast   Got me on some, fuck the large, fuck the fed coats   Fuck the judges, cause they don't give two shits about us   Black man, woman and child, how were living over here   Trapped in the worst part, when things like this happen on the regular   Innocent bystanders get trapped off on the streets of my stomping grounds   With constant war pops off, wine bottles on the regular   Like clock work to be specific      [9th prince]   The general wise out in fatigues, mentally for life I bleed   And promised to feed the deceased, was the supreme general in the army   Little intelligent little bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to survive   Civilized the eighty-five and saved many lives   But these water head niggaz dealt with the four devils   Ceased the rebel and broke the God down physically down to another level   Madman at his weight, the great general pass the weight   With a smile on his face, I swear if you was hear   These pussy niggaz get tourtured, while I stick hooks up their noses   And cut of their ears, even their family memeber swill have to pay   Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get manslaughtered the right way   We're not dealing with feelings, I spare the children   Weak niggaz get destroyed, four niggaz is building   Revenge the general, thats what I quote and tape up grenades to your head   And watch your brains explode      [shogun assasson]   Yo, yo, I sling horse slang like coccaine   Rebel dope that numbs your brain   Like a shot of novacainne   In your death you will feel no pain   I should teach you with my sword   And the clip was poisonous   Snakes speak lies and their words is venomous   Wu hits come continouscause I don't give a fuck about '97   Ain't feelin this   See what I'm revealin is the truth   In actual fact be the proof   The youth be the proof   And the elders be the roots   I stand solid, under firment   This black man be the garment intelligent   These be the word's for my testament   Writen documents of the thought   That makes me give props and sell tapes like catacrops   Mother fuckers