[Chorus x2: Prodigal Sunn]

Tonight is the night you will lose the fight

I think you'd better think twice

Before you touch that mic

You could lose your life

When you fuck with the right

Tryin to bite

You get blasted with the pipe

[Prodigal Sunn]

These words and lyrics from the round table

The Sunz of Man generate light

The third knight form the Concentration Camp

Burnin like the gas lamp

I came equiped with the gold as my wardrobe

Fully-armored, seven soldiers from the look-out

Jeffrey Domer, speakin a ministry

My terminology, fuck the industry

Cause on the top is where I'm soon to be

The holy scam connect with the Royal Fam

With Rza, we ignite the jam

Fuck you and your Uncle Sam

Never gave a damn for the fakin and phony ?

Scannin, my understandin, snatchin ? like a cannon

You ask the question, why

Tell me, can you testify

Justify asgainst the high nigga

I maybe do or die

My mindstate, magnifies all lies

And for the spy, I keep em searchin for the alibi

[Hell Razah]

We goin gold D, The one and only, sharper than Shinobi

N-Y-O-B, kid you knows me

Hittin on my hoes is for old D's

You know me, gotta roll trees

Rolly goaly, behold we

Scorin mass points off your goalie

You try cop blocks, stoppin slowly

Ain't no way to control me

When I'm comin for that trophy

Or buildin my dynasty like that character in ?

The unholy, the government before tryed to sold me

And your life, pass the trees, gone fly the laws, Frank Senatras

Singin about street opers, dead gun to be, want to be

Al Pachino and Danny Devito

Dressed in tuxedos, gamblin the lives o