Who Are The Sunz Of Man

[Chorus x2: Hell Razah (all)]

When I say Sunz of, you say Man

(Sunz of Man, Sunz of Man)

[Hell Razah]

When my lyrics touch the frozen, you frost the lost

As I've rosen out my mental grave, livin dead, trapped in my head

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 turn to ashes

And prudent churches, with verses, curses

Now we bury them in metal hurses, submit his clothes

Fuck his tombstone, the unknown dimension

Don't close ya brain yet, be my guest

The holder, when I release the stress, unusual

Runnin over you, with my rhymes with jewels, rituals

Dealin with your spiritual reality, mentalities come from enemies

Through the outer me, disbelievers get amnesia

A trip to the outer galaxy, my soul leaves a white hole

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

[Prodical]

I be the planet inheriter, master, soul controller

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

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

Then I rest in peace, then you die in stress

I torch your carcus 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 surely call it Hell

It came in text that I was sent as a visionary

I travel with the humble, still bled through the struggle

The last of survival, soakin 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

Opposin war with mercenaries and devils

With the Sunz of Man I stroll through Hell, defeatin f**kin rebels

But feelin the wounds of ?, I let the lead pull the fire, persecutin the liar

It said the meak shall inherite the Earth

For what it's worth I teach my seeds so they eat or bleed durin child birth

[7th Ambassador]

Tensions in the atmosphere so you're best to beware

Or be burned by my flames of fury cuz I be the executioner, judge and jury

And once I've reached a 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 know two LP's

Could bust a dome down into three different parts

Plus I have some CD's aimin for your heart

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

But shootin through the surface of your chest

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

Can be created, when my explosive temper's activated

Niggaz don't know the anger I possess, within

The conscious capability of sin, it's killin 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 ya must say I must pray to

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

When ya gamble with ya life, you should send over your place for keeps

Situations made my trife, should you depend upon the streets?

It's Hell in these days that we live in

[Chorus x2]

[Killah Priest]

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 twenty-five, verse twenty-three

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 the sword out my sheet, but the vision, made me weak

Emprisoned in the deep, my mind risen from the East

The wisdom of the Killah Priest, now take you through 60 Sec. of the elect

[60 Second Assassin]

Ahh.. a new era, I'm like raisin terror

So highly mechanised, nigga die

To measure the inevitable, be on like episodes

The deadly technical, whose scribes givin rise to time

Before celestial, don't beam my lyrics out 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

Playin tricks out the crypt, of the dark dense senses

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

Deep in an eclipse, leavin 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

Gettin 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 Av. 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 jewelry when I strapped up under the booty?

Doin major damage, throwin 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 f**k all that Willie boast

[Chorus x4]