featuring Masta Killa

[ Chorus: Sunz of Man ]

Aiyyo this rap game aint what it seems

Artists get cream turn fiend

Selling people a dream

[ Hell Razah ]

Aiyyo you rappers dont amuse me wit your crystals or oozies

Industry groupies living after movies

They scarfaced my race some support hate

Lifes a court date some die to escape so hold your weight

You niggas brag too much fuck wit us we bag you up

And use the same clique that you thought would back you up

Its nine eight eliminate bait and open gates

Enough with chains and whips lets make brains eclipse

We all claim we rich, hold thugs in crypts

Forgot about the seeds growing up seven to six

Fuck a Benz wit tints I got the razor prints

Yall rappers love idols there it is Im convinced

Burn my contract, mental combat

And stomp your battle rap wit a Vietnam track

Red and white Sadaam rap sippin Cognac

I bet you didnt loopb know that the real Jews are black

I tell the truth cat where your mind chooses at

The world or the heavens?

God or the reverend?

Your girl or your weapon?

Christ armageddon armageddon ( geddon )

[ Chorus ] ( 4x )

[ 60 Second Assassin ]

Here in this life

Big cities a dream on the low is the scheme

A fiend that clock green without jockin somebodys sting

About the plot

You pull the ox who pull the stash outlock

Yo wuddup I, about ready to pull the rabbit out the top

Platinum gold oops upside your knot

Now nigga stop now nigga please

You aint really ready to roll them sleeves

With your three degrees forty below nothin but recipes

Tight jeans, hype and dont know what nuthin means

Acting like you Billie Jean selling How to be a