| Tonight is the night you will lose the fight
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| I think you’d better think twice
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| Before you touch that mic
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| You could lose your life
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| When you fuck with the right
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| Tryin to bite
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| You get blasted with the pipe
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| These words and lyrics from the round table
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| The Sunz of Man generate light
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| The third knight form the Concentration Camp
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| Burnin like the gas lamp
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| I came equiped with the gold as my wardrobe
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| Fully-armored, seven soldiers from the look-out
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| Jeffrey Domer, speakin a ministry
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| My terminology, fuck the industry
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| Cause on the top is where I’m soon to be The holy scam connect with the Royal Fam
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| With Rza, we ignite the jam
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| Fuck you and your Uncle Sam
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| Never gave a damn for the fakin and phony?
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| Scannin, my understandin, snatchin? |
| like a cannon
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| You ask the question, why
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| Tell me, can you testify
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| Justify asgainst the high nigga
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| I maybe do or die
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| My mindstate, magnifies all lies
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| And for the spy, I keep em searchin for the alibi
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| We goin gold D, The one and only, sharper than Shinobi
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| N-Y-O-B, kid you knows me Hittin on my hoes is for old D’s
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| You know me, gotta roll trees
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| Rolly goaly, behold we Scorin mass points off your goalie
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| You try cop blocks, stoppin slowly
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| Ain’t no way to control me When I’m comin for that trophy
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| Or buildin my dynasty like that character in?
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| The unholy, the government before tryed to sold me And your life, pass the trees, gone fly the laws, Frank Senatras
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| Singin about street opers, dead gun to be, want to be Al Pachino and Danny Devito
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| Dressed in tuxedos, gamblin the lives of gambinos
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| Blood suck the poor like mosquitos
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| Streets of fire, two on one man riot
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| Hired 60 Second 'ssassin, rap retirin thugs
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| Who was bug, when they new they should of dug
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| Feenin to be a king, knowin mine, I’m a royal flush
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| Shit’ll drain down today, you couldn’t maintain megaplanes
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| Shit’ll totally freeze you ass insane
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| I be the headman, professin, consider it a blessin
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| You next dead, only peace that you’re restin
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| Or should I say rest in peace
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| Dead respectivly, knocked off your piece
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| Without a store, we stole beef
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| Another example, ?shitty diaper in my handle?
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| My Arm and Hammer, I’m doin stains at random
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| Think it’s best if you clean, 6o Second see it Quotin in five minutes, I’ll be five g’s richer
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| You need to put your money up, you’re only one up Fuckin with Sunz of Man, you’re gonna get bankrupt
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| (various talk to fade) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Inmates to the Fire , by - Sunz Of Man. Song from the album The Old Testament, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп