Who Are the Sunz of Man - Sunz Of Man

I know the ledge and still learnin, the ignorant brain surgeon

Here’s your permanent effect of a death servant

To all satanic maniacs when I give these raps

Your mental will collapse back down to the surface

Of the Earth with these murderous disasters

For all wicked pastors, they burn to ashes

And blew to churches, with verses, curses

Now we bury them in metal hearses, cemented clones

Fuck his tombstone, the unknown dimension

Don’t close your brain yet, be my guest

The holder, when I release the stress, unusual

Running over you, with my rhymes with jewels, rituals

Dealing with your spiritual reality

Fatalities come from inner me through the outer me

Disbelievers get amnesia on a trip to the higher galaxy

My shadow leaves your soul through the white hole

I tried to swallow me, demons don’t follow me

I be the planet inheritor, master, soul controller

Writer of the lyrical manifold, I explode with the Craftmatic scrolls

Giving you a taste of death, seven bullets through your chest

Then I rest in peace, then you die in stress

I torch your carcass in the middle of the Dead Sea

You drown in misery, lost his shroud in reality

And through my mental chemistry life is propelled

In this pit of collision, America, for sure to call it Hell

It came to pass that I was sent as a visionary

I travel with the humble, still bled through the struggle

The last of survival, soaking knowledge both sides of the equator

Science and mathematic refills my attic

From what I visualize I’m stranded in the wilderness

I’m forced to fight, driven into the darkness

Opposing war with mercenaries and devils

With the Sunz of Man I stroll through Hell, defeating fucking rebels

But feeling the bolts of Ovadiah

I led the dead through the fire, persecuting the liar

It said the meek shall inherit the Earth

For all it’s worth I teach my seeds to take heed or bleed during childbirth

Tensions in the atmosphere so you’re best to beware

Or be burned by my flames of fury

Cause I be the executioner, judge and the jury

And once I’ve reached the verdict your ass will be murdered

In a second, execution style, decapitate your head with my wreck

When I fling it like a Frisbee, I throw two LPs

To bust a dome down into three different parts

Plus I have some CDs aiming for your heart

As I shoot 'em, they’re left lodged in your bone and your flesh

Protruding through the surface of your chest

The fluids are still leaking from your neck, what a mess

Can be created, when my explosive temper’s activated

Niggas don’t know the anger I possess, within

The conscious capability of sin, it’s killing me

Slowly, even the unholy can’t control me

When I’m on that different level, go to Hell with the Devil

And the God that you say I must pray to, give my soul away to

Before I lay my head down to sleep, peep the thief

When you gamble with your life, you should know you play for keeps

Situations made me trife when depend upon the streets?

It’s Hell in these days that we live in

Two kids fought in the womb

One brother will be stronger than the other

The mother, Rebecca, Isaac was the father

Abraham, the author, one white, the other slightly darker

The children, the prophecy, Genesis 25 Verse 23

The elder shall serve the younger, I heard the thunder

Passed out from hunger, plus I was thirsty, I begged for mercy

Am I worthy to be the Priest?

Behold seven Greeks

I pulled my sword out my sheath

But the vision made me weak, imprisoned in the deep

My mind risen from the East, the wisdom of a Killah Priest

Now take you through 60 Sec.

of the elect

Ahh.

a new era, I’m like raisin terror

So highly recognised, nigga die

To measure the inevitable, be on like episodes

Deadly technicals, scribes giving rise to time

Before celestial, don’t beam no lyrics ever hit precise

The double sight, I take flight

Through crews, the trips of night

Spark synthetic flames, a meteorite

Seventh Heaven burst seven horn to lyrics of thunder!

And fight to strike snakes out from under

Cloudly men trip six miles of flyin myst, words of the gift

Playing for the tales of the crypt, of the dark dense senses

God’s Heavenly business, count backwards, a Total Recall

Deep in an eclipse, leaving our lip stitched

You couldn’t mind your business, so when it came!

Throned to this rap, you should have vacated the premises

And make way for Attilla, thriller, down low killer

Getting civil, turn back, get burned

To a pillar, fought, total loss, which way I swing from?

The East to North, two in a row, one pitcher

The Land of the Lost, on the Ave. screamin «Warpath!»

A mad cash in the stash, you can’t last, a psychopath

I packs a mag.

in other words a 'matic

Magnetic gift of gab, why need a jewellery when I strapped up under the booty?

Doin major damage, throwing lyrics like ceramics

With enough kicks, flush the bullshit, you could cram it

Along with the dildo, straight to your ass like a field goat

Hush!

Your mouth’s closed, so yo fuck all that Willie boast