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
