Tribulations Lyrics
| Song | Tribulations |
| Artist | Sunz of Man |
| Album | The Last Shall Be First |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro：62nd assassin | |
| I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll. | |
| On the other side of 123rd st., bro'. | |
| Nothing known but a bank roll. | |
| On the other side of 123rd st., bro'. | |
| Bringing it straight off the currency. | |
| Now this shit is tough. | |
| I got this shit magic from here to texas trap. | |
| With the god's jewels stash. | |
| I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll. | |
| On the other side of 123rd, bro'. | |
| Yo, that's that. | |
| I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll. | |
| Chorus: prodigal sunn | |
| Life is reality, reality is life | |
| People living trife, the world filled with strife | |
| The gods living, writing exact, too many lacks | |
| Black on black crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest | |
| Life is reality, reality is life | |
| Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheisty, | |
| The gods living, writing exact | |
| Too many lacks, black on black crime | |
| No vest, another victim laided to rest | |
| Life is reality, reality | |
| Life is reality, reality | |
| Life is reality, reality is life | |
| Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheist | |
| The gods living, writing exact | |
| Too many lacks, black on black crime | |
| No vest, another victim laided to rest | |
| Life is reality, reality, life is reality | |
| Life is reality, reality | |
| [prodigal sunn (62nd assassin)] | |
| Break bread, eliminate feds and dead heads | |
| I seen the bloodshed, devils decay, torture, enslave | |
| >from red hook to compton, fort green to albany | |
| Galleries of artillery, a symphony, millitary | |
| Some adversaries and fairies caught the bad decision | |
| Physical collision, we leave 'em deaf and holy like some christians | |
| (a new incorporation, your rap exoriantation | |
| Not a reorientation, or interntation | |
| More and more foes is what i'm chasing | |
| Low down international business, players exchanging | |
| Your ears pound, throw down erasing) | |
| Maneuvering, moving like slugs from a silencer | |
| My fleet of seven on your calender, fuck an amateur | |
| (game premeditated, crime related, rhyme intensive | |
| Chess, some hardest gamers, the world black as entertainment) | |
| Your time is short, change your thought, rearrange your sports | |
| Before being pork on a fork, i get scorched by the torch | |
| In this sunz of man federation, pure meditation | |
| Righteous advigation, teaching for the blind in my nation | |
| (still remaining through all the shot reigning | |
| Hit grim, stitchy grain, playing half, broke that untouchable | |
| Still tapping plants, by the forced in, rap street, yo extortion) | |
| Chorus: prodigal sunn | |
| Life is reality, reality is life | |
| People living trife, the world filled with strife | |
| The gods living, writing exact, too many lacks | |
| Black on black crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest | |
| Life is reality, reality is life, reality | |
| [killah priest (hell razah)] | |
| In the beast like orcra, swim across the border | |
| Walk upon the water, holding the minora | |
| Reaching for the tora, face full of torture | |
| One deeper than my ora, i stalk ya with the offer | |
| Law and order, cut your day shorter | |
| Slaughter everybody in the party | |
| (check the godly, from the cradle to the graves | |
| We hell raise you, break your bread at the table | |
| With my real kane and ables it gets fable | |
| We build stables, we drop jewels that enslave you) | |
| Wear the wooden bander, seven shield commander | |
| Wave the golden banner, swinging down the hammer | |
| In the house of david, we gold, true laces | |
| Diamond braclets, niggaz on that snake ship | |
| (there ain't no love without the hatred | |
| The cure for the snakes in the snakepits | |
| Created and those that's belated | |
| It's too much, you fear, must prepare scuba-gear | |
| Got a ocean of the dry potion, we mind smoking | |
| We blind for the thugs and drug dealers | |
| Who used to be pyramid builders, ancient healers | |
| Stand for mirrors, all they see is cap pealers and reflection | |
| Moon do me right, give me night life, let me run in all directions) | |
| Worldly impressions, natural infections, massive depression | |
| Dealing with reality, fantasies is nothing but a fantasy | |
| I see it's all vanity, humanities, who volcanically | |
| Satanically, on the edge of my sanity, can't we be all family | |
| (various talk to fade) |
| Intro: 62nd assassin | |
| I ain' t want nothing known but a bank roll. | |
| On the other side of 123rd st., bro'. | |
| Nothing known but a bank roll. | |
| On the other side of 123rd st., bro'. | |
| Bringing it straight off the currency. | |
| Now this shit is tough. | |
| I got this shit magic from here to texas trap. | |
| With the god' s jewels stash. | |
| I ain' t want nothing known but a bank roll. | |
| On the other side of 123rd, bro'. | |
| Yo, that' s that. | |
| I ain' t want nothing known but a bank roll. | |
| Chorus: prodigal sunn | |
| Life is reality, reality is life | |
| People living trife, the world filled with strife | |
| The gods living, writing exact, too many lacks | |
| Black on black crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest | |
| Life is reality, reality is life | |
| Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheisty, | |
| The gods living, writing exact | |
| Too many lacks, black on black crime | |
| No vest, another victim laided to rest | |
| Life is reality, reality | |
| Life is reality, reality | |
| Life is reality, reality is life | |
| Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheist | |
| The gods living, writing exact | |
| Too many lacks, black on black crime | |
| No vest, another victim laided to rest | |
| Life is reality, reality, life is reality | |
| Life is reality, reality | |
| prodigal sunn 62nd assassin | |
| Break bread, eliminate feds and dead heads | |
| I seen the bloodshed, devils decay, torture, enslave | |
| from red hook to compton, fort green to albany | |
| Galleries of artillery, a symphony, millitary | |
| Some adversaries and fairies caught the bad decision | |
| Physical collision, we leave ' em deaf and holy like some christians | |
| a new incorporation, your rap exoriantation | |
| Not a reorientation, or interntation | |
| More and more foes is what i' m chasing | |
| Low down international business, players exchanging | |
| Your ears pound, throw down erasing | |
| Maneuvering, moving like slugs from a silencer | |
| My fleet of seven on your calender, fuck an amateur | |
| game premeditated, crime related, rhyme intensive | |
| Chess, some hardest gamers, the world black as entertainment | |
| Your time is short, change your thought, rearrange your sports | |
| Before being pork on a fork, i get scorched by the torch | |
| In this sunz of man federation, pure meditation | |
| Righteous advigation, teaching for the blind in my nation | |
| still remaining through all the shot reigning | |
| Hit grim, stitchy grain, playing half, broke that untouchable | |
| Still tapping plants, by the forced in, rap street, yo extortion | |
| Chorus: prodigal sunn | |
| Life is reality, reality is life | |
| People living trife, the world filled with strife | |
| The gods living, writing exact, too many lacks | |
| Black on black crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest | |
| Life is reality, reality is life, reality | |
| killah priest hell razah | |
| In the beast like orcra, swim across the border | |
| Walk upon the water, holding the minora | |
| Reaching for the tora, face full of torture | |
| One deeper than my ora, i stalk ya with the offer | |
| Law and order, cut your day shorter | |
| Slaughter everybody in the party | |
| check the godly, from the cradle to the graves | |
| We hell raise you, break your bread at the table | |
| With my real kane and ables it gets fable | |
| We build stables, we drop jewels that enslave you | |
| Wear the wooden bander, seven shield commander | |
| Wave the golden banner, swinging down the hammer | |
| In the house of david, we gold, true laces | |
| Diamond braclets, niggaz on that snake ship | |
| there ain' t no love without the hatred | |
| The cure for the snakes in the snakepits | |
| Created and those that' s belated | |
| It' s too much, you fear, must prepare scubagear | |
| Got a ocean of the dry potion, we mind smoking | |
| We blind for the thugs and drug dealers | |
| Who used to be pyramid builders, ancient healers | |
| Stand for mirrors, all they see is cap pealers and reflection | |
| Moon do me right, give me night life, let me run in all directions | |
| Worldly impressions, natural infections, massive depression | |
| Dealing with reality, fantasies is nothing but a fantasy | |
| I see it' s all vanity, humanities, who volcanically | |
| Satanically, on the edge of my sanity, can' t we be all family | |
| various talk to fade |
| Intro: 62nd assassin | |
| I ain' t want nothing known but a bank roll. | |
| On the other side of 123rd st., bro'. | |
| Nothing known but a bank roll. | |
| On the other side of 123rd st., bro'. | |
| Bringing it straight off the currency. | |
| Now this shit is tough. | |
| I got this shit magic from here to texas trap. | |
| With the god' s jewels stash. | |
| I ain' t want nothing known but a bank roll. | |
| On the other side of 123rd, bro'. | |
| Yo, that' s that. | |
| I ain' t want nothing known but a bank roll. | |
| Chorus: prodigal sunn | |
| Life is reality, reality is life | |
| People living trife, the world filled with strife | |
| The gods living, writing exact, too many lacks | |
| Black on black crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest | |
| Life is reality, reality is life | |
| Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheisty, | |
| The gods living, writing exact | |
| Too many lacks, black on black crime | |
| No vest, another victim laided to rest | |
| Life is reality, reality | |
| Life is reality, reality | |
| Life is reality, reality is life | |
| Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheist | |
| The gods living, writing exact | |
| Too many lacks, black on black crime | |
| No vest, another victim laided to rest | |
| Life is reality, reality, life is reality | |
| Life is reality, reality | |
| prodigal sunn 62nd assassin | |
| Break bread, eliminate feds and dead heads | |
| I seen the bloodshed, devils decay, torture, enslave | |
| from red hook to compton, fort green to albany | |
| Galleries of artillery, a symphony, millitary | |
| Some adversaries and fairies caught the bad decision | |
| Physical collision, we leave ' em deaf and holy like some christians | |
| a new incorporation, your rap exoriantation | |
| Not a reorientation, or interntation | |
| More and more foes is what i' m chasing | |
| Low down international business, players exchanging | |
| Your ears pound, throw down erasing | |
| Maneuvering, moving like slugs from a silencer | |
| My fleet of seven on your calender, fuck an amateur | |
| game premeditated, crime related, rhyme intensive | |
| Chess, some hardest gamers, the world black as entertainment | |
| Your time is short, change your thought, rearrange your sports | |
| Before being pork on a fork, i get scorched by the torch | |
| In this sunz of man federation, pure meditation | |
| Righteous advigation, teaching for the blind in my nation | |
| still remaining through all the shot reigning | |
| Hit grim, stitchy grain, playing half, broke that untouchable | |
| Still tapping plants, by the forced in, rap street, yo extortion | |
| Chorus: prodigal sunn | |
| Life is reality, reality is life | |
| People living trife, the world filled with strife | |
| The gods living, writing exact, too many lacks | |
| Black on black crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest | |
| Life is reality, reality is life, reality | |
| killah priest hell razah | |
| In the beast like orcra, swim across the border | |
| Walk upon the water, holding the minora | |
| Reaching for the tora, face full of torture | |
| One deeper than my ora, i stalk ya with the offer | |
| Law and order, cut your day shorter | |
| Slaughter everybody in the party | |
| check the godly, from the cradle to the graves | |
| We hell raise you, break your bread at the table | |
| With my real kane and ables it gets fable | |
| We build stables, we drop jewels that enslave you | |
| Wear the wooden bander, seven shield commander | |
| Wave the golden banner, swinging down the hammer | |
| In the house of david, we gold, true laces | |
| Diamond braclets, niggaz on that snake ship | |
| there ain' t no love without the hatred | |
| The cure for the snakes in the snakepits | |
| Created and those that' s belated | |
| It' s too much, you fear, must prepare scubagear | |
| Got a ocean of the dry potion, we mind smoking | |
| We blind for the thugs and drug dealers | |
| Who used to be pyramid builders, ancient healers | |
| Stand for mirrors, all they see is cap pealers and reflection | |
| Moon do me right, give me night life, let me run in all directions | |
| Worldly impressions, natural infections, massive depression | |
| Dealing with reality, fantasies is nothing but a fantasy | |
| I see it' s all vanity, humanities, who volcanically | |
| Satanically, on the edge of my sanity, can' t we be all family | |
| various talk to fade |
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