Reverend:

My sons absolutes and friends

I like the idea of being a soldier in the army of the lord

(continues preaching)



Arch Rivals

We got the Kingston young ones over there running scared

They aint seem to have a problem and its a bad one

Ahh man Sunz of Man teaching everywhere

got the children over here teaching them the problems

And its the real one

Ahh man now we got the ???? over there

The Sunz of man solving problems, yo this the right one



Verse 1:

Guess this is the end, whatever how never, depart clever

But not deadered to be real or to be severed

A double-header, the black mecca respecta

Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to chedders

For the first setter who loves it wetter

Well I can make it better

In a bloodbath you letta

black soggin, treaty, the ledger

Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered

New order, enough to register kill or be killed measurers

Take you beyond the heist, forever so

Doin out Little Italy to Mexico

Now who be the next to go

Will it be Sam, will it be Fran, or will it be Cisco

Or strictly back to disco

However though one and my own one, soo

Never pet yo, full deck pro

The most sensitive intensity the world could ever expect, yo

Between two steels

to keep it real I remember we used to pick cotton out of fields

got it real got it down, yo



Verse 2:

As I break yo fuckin bones into pieces

And make ya death the sweetest

Punch a hole through ya cleavage

By the way Howard Jesus

I hope you been baptized

Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two black eyes

And broken legs, a broken hip, and an IV attached to ya arm

I remain calm, for the storm

As I shake my javelin up in ya abdomen

And then I grab ya friend

And break his fuckin back, watch him collapse

And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the whole nation

Yall want more, I crank the chainsaw

Next thing ya knowin, his head start rollin

His body swollen, his fuckin tongue is stolen

No more groin or colon, he's just moaning and groaning

Exciting, clash of the titings, thunder and lighting

Reveal the sword of the viking, it's frightening

Put down yo fist they'll be no fighting

Just sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo life

And leave your carcass in the darkness

Where the jackals prowl upon your grave

Yo hear a howl from the cave

Then I snatch out your arms and give to your moms

Sing along sing along sing along



Verse 3:

Storm in my fiery harbor, til it get dark

silver darts melt in your heart

Then we begin to march, until we rip this whole fuckin world apart



Verse 4:

My team be strong, we live right or wrong

death come calm, sweet wit a charm

As I speak from the throne in my temple

My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya level

Devils in the mist, hate we exist

Clique form my fist, punch you in your shit

Styles murderous, sordid justice

Judge those who bitch, cut those who snitch

Modern Egypt, diamond presidents

Drug measurements got us dead on cement

Robbin for rent, guage in the trench

Slave ever since, return of the prince

Constantine the great, never go for bait

Sunz of Man plan, gold in every state

From Railhook to Libya deliver ya sword to the bombery

My armory run the economy

Rule is our policy

The deaf dumb acknowledge me

Like love peace and honesty

The thugs on the street hustle to eat

Cover you with sheets, we bury you in beats

Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft melt

We bomb like a stealth and give food for health

Not a friend of me...



Verse 5:

Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air

If I have to blaze yo I just wont care

We roll in pairs, packin machines, movin supreme

My team gleam, like matches and gasoline

soldier fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic

He died a tread, It was passed the asking

In a bad position, ya should of stuck to yo fuckin religion

Im worse than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons

The demolitioner with the codse of honor

You want drama? I'll bomb yo and yo mama...



(Reverend talks till end