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 tab on the line and I aint got no time for no bid
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 dont 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


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    General Commentfuck the large, fuck the fed coats
    Fuck the judges, cause they dont 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"

    Well should they "give a fuck"? Their job is to impartially impose justice. You blame all your cultural problems on the "Government" basically. You had your chance, more than any other person in the world. You had a shot at free public funded education. It may not have been the best. But you could have applied youself and made the best out of it. What? education is a chumps play? Your a fucking idiot. You could have been the top of your class, but you chose to be a "soldier". Don't even sully the name of "soldier" you worthless piece of shit. Soldiers live by a code of honor and a life of disciplin. There isn't a shred of discipline in your worthless spine. Disciplined soldiers don't fantasize about murder and mayhem. Honerable soldiers don't have fascist delusions. You obviously have talent and imagination, but you squandered it on victim hood. You brag about being strong and weeding out the weak "niggas", but you're the one that is weak because you can't see past events that happened 160 years ago. If you're really so pissed about it, and want revenge for the past. Why don't you get your little band of pseudo warriors together and go back to africa and go after the ancestral slave traders of your own race that enabled the slave trade to happen... and is still happening to this day.
    Klaymoreon May 17, 2007   Link

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