| (feat. Sunz of Man) | |
| [Dante] | |
| You get mystified, on how history lied | |
| And when the troops came around they had to come in disguise | |
| Unvail some tales of days when the sun failed | |
| And blind with minds thought we all went to Hell | |
| Free energy dwells in deep thoughts like wells | |
| In the age where knowledge is born, clientel | |
| Let it work for you, buy and sell | |
| But make sure it's true cuz I could see your lie in braille | |
| My niggaz lie in jail but can't wait to try and kneal | |
| Elevatin the higher stimulation of dyin, brain cells | |
| I'm dead, I can't tell, yo my think-tank is swell | |
| The invisible indivisible bank sales | |
| Through outputs, I smuggle my views without hooks | |
| Educated myself, work for delf without books | |
| Or school, it takes an idiot to educate a fool | |
| We make history while you search for clues | |
| Dirt for tools, genetically alter perfect crews | |
| So they falter and can't offer a damn thing to they culture | |
| Natural blends, God body, actual men | |
| Reclaim the name and make Paegan stations bend in one breath | |
| I take you hymns off of energy through my skin | |
| And I'm blacker than the Indian, attacker in the wind | |
| I depend off the fouls and sins of a thousand men | |
| [Prodigal Sunn] | |
| This is the final chapter of devestation, fatal steps of termination | |
| Set up states, deminishin emcee's behind the ancient gates | |
| The burnin seven arsonists out the Heaven | |
| Severin competition, snitchin the word infliction | |
| Now it's my fiction to tell the truth about the contradiction | |
| Pay attention, understand my main-dead plan of the devil's mission | |
| Causin division, collision through Hell's prison | |
| Before you sin again -- stop, look and listen | |
| Foes that wanna taste the flame, I'm slitin veins | |
| Spittin octane, now you're wounded from the hurricane | |
| ****in with G-O-D can be a deadly game | |
| Don't be a fool, fake moves and face and ever-lastin dead pool | |
| I 'scape from the in-forest scene, loaded machine | |
| A beam of stream ignite your elements with gasoline | |
| The radius supreme, AH! Sunn mercinary | |
| Escape the black hole, demolishin, burnin a worth adversary | |
| Penetratin through the myst of the Abyss | |
| The hired vocalist, mental biologist, the alchemist | |
| Devils combust when the enter the God's region | |
| I'm like your skin meltin, it gets the body swellin | |
| Eternal bleedin! | |
| [Chorus x4: Mood] | |
| Sunz of Man and the Mood, livin life divine | |
| Genuine, ever-lastin light, sunshine | |
| [Main Flo] | |
| Tortured like army heads or centipeeds, we build on our centuries | |
| Solar definity, true signs of our enemies | |
| Life-forms beyond the stratus, and halosatomos | |
| With spaceships, we mic-storm planets | |
| They wanna vanish my under-sea labs, no wonder we laugh | |
| My number-leased staff, my hungerly draft | |
| For decades stored, marks the comin of my sword | |
| My quest is the healin from the lord | |
| Mentally my seed is planed in every mind of the livin | |
| Suprise those who rise, often drifted | |
| I makes a tapes with crystal guides | |
| Like full moons my words are meant to rise | |
| Who the **** you think sent you the lies? | |
| Before bread I store lead, de-floor Feds | |
| And transport plans throughout foreheads | |
| My ability to warn off the uninvited | |
| Illuminated Sunlight, make moves through planetary eyes | |
| And doom rise through a storm tide | |
| Balloon wise and also roam skies | |
| Of both halfs we cause math through the dome staff | |
| Like army war drafts travelled Ghost's path | |
| [60 Second Assassin] | |
| BLOW! Hold fast with the gas, come and flaaaame at that ass | |
| As thought enters the clip all turentials lift | |
| Set it, I raise yo' asssss like diabetics | |
| Brings the dark to light of hemmoridges, hit the clip | |
| Of the magnetic gift, foooooes with the tongue swift | |
| Sharp as ever, slip, WHAT? WHAT? The juggler | |
| Who's next in line, in chime to suffer? | |
| My rhymes waaaave from under the gutter | |
| Below the grits I smotther, there's too much dirt to cover | |
| Beyond the under, 'vasion, body snatcher | |
| Endin your what? Chapter, chapter | |
| Rapture, niggaz catch Falls like Niagara | |
| Buried so deep that when you peak you see Alaska | |
| Savin chatter while climbin Assassin's ladder | |
| I'm wrappin rubish, graze y'all full with buzzards | |
| But reign refutious once two thoughts converge | |
| And when I chop into your dead meat like stew | |
| Like the vultures on the d-low comin at you | |
| Heat is oooooon, word is booooond | |
| Plus this fable's splittin your dome piece like the wings of an eagle | |
| The fore one who keeps it on a roll like a seagul | |
| Makin more moves than Ex-Lax, style is the diamon needle | |
| My people ****in plus I'm drunken off that cherries | |
| See God beat niggaz down, Earth style, you know my steelo | |
| [Chorus x4] |
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