Текст песни Sunz Of Man - Illusions
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[ chorus: sunz of man ]Aiyyo this rap game aint what it seemsArtists get cream turn fiendSelling people a dream[ hell razah ]Aiyyo, you rappers dont amuse me wit your crystals or ooziesIndustry groupies, living after moviesThey scarfaced my race, some support hateLifes a court date, some die to escape so hold your weightYou niggas brag too much, fuck wit us we bag you upAnd use the same clique that you thought would back you upIts nine eight eliminate bait and open gatesEnough with chains and whips lets make brains eclipseWe all claim we rich, hold thugs in cryptsForgot about the seeds growing up seven to sixFuck a benz wit tints I got the razor printsYall rappers love idols there it is Im convincedBurn my contract, mental combatAnd stomp your battle rap wit a vietnam trackRed and white sadaam rap sippin cognacI bet you didnt loopb know that the real jews are blackI tell the truth cat where your mind chooses atThe 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 lifeBig cities a dream on the low is the schemeA fiend that clock green without jockin somebodys stingAbout the plotYou pull the ox who pull the stash outlockYo wuddup i, about ready to pull the rabbit out the topPlatinum gold oops upside your knotNow nigga stop now nigga pleaseYou aint really ready to roll them sleevesWith your three degrees forty below nothin but recipesTight jeans, hype and dont know what nuthin meansActing like you billie jean selling how to be a fiendWhen your loves about black marketing a nigga for his creamAnd the big apple it aint always what it seemsYou might get fooled shes a queenFrom out of town wagging her swingAll around with she glasses and women asses is what made men jack assesEverything including your company jacketAnd niggas asses for your ransomAnd next thing you know they got a nigga dancinChancin him out of his advancementsAnd how yall gonna pay back these back taxes? This aint healthy for your assetsIts like your face done been bashed in your career aint happningAfter the monkey wrenches and forks done been stabbed in[ masta killa ]Intruiging to the ear but bitter to the heartI begin to take part in the art of dart throwinStarring the wu-tang swordsmenRaindrops fall the block remains hotSteam rises from the street which forms the clouds that I move throughRenew my stainless sword styleAllah has spoken the golden code of silence has been brokenMic terrorist shroom brew wickedness improvesAs I ascend and expand extend I seen menFall from greats trying to trace the originBut there is no beginning or end to the lifelineSunz of man forever shine through the mic line[ chorus ] ( 4x )[ prodigal sunn ]I say a case of a rap star, permanent scar caught in the raptureOf the bar code, he was more sold like old goldParaseuco industy whore bitches adoreTruly yours, feeling me more enemies fallIll and hardcore ready for tour shakin breakin jawsMakin new laws open the doors healing my soresBlessing the poor, the art of war we less a boarVerse one we guard a star and the starting artistAnother target on your market style is garbageYou get bombarded whole clique slapped retardedPussy harded mcs bleed slugs to the bodyIts physical domination lyrical laceration brutal terminationWhen you fuck wit the federation, collaboratin wit my nationDiscussing allegations conversating about the downfall of satanGhetto frustration keeps my head piece achinConstant motivation keeps my world in rotation[ chorus ] ( 8x )Cars? women? huh livin lovely? phat houses? What you think its about? Not gettin paid? havin fame? havin everybody lovin you runnin up to you? What you think its about? Think its about teaching? think its about givin up jewelz? Givin something for the children to look up to? What you think its about? This rap game...yall gotta figure that out...this rap game