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