Intro: 62nd Assassin



I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll.

On the other side of 123rd St. bro'.

Nothing known but a bank roll.

On the other side of 123rd St. bro'.

Bringing it straight off the currency.

Now this shit is tough.

I got this shit magic from here to Texas trap.

With the god's jewels stash.

I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll.

On the other side of 123rd bro'.

Yo, that's that.

I ain't want nothing known but a bank roll.



Chorus: Prodigal Sunn



Life is reality, reality is life

People living trife, the world filled with strife

The gods living, writing exact, too many lacks

Black on black crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest

Life is reality, reality is life

Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheisty,

the gods living, writing exact

Too many lacks, black on black crime

No vest, another victim laided to rest

Life is reality, reality

Life is reality, reality

Life is reality, reality is life

Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheist

The gods living, writing exact

Too many lacks, black on black crime

No vest, another victim laided to rest

Life is reality, reality, life is reality

Life is reality, reality



[Prodigal Sunn (62nd Assassin)]

Break bread, eliminate feds and dead heads

I seen the bloodshed, devils decay, torture, enslave

>From Red Hook to Compton, Fort Green to Albany

Galleries of artillery, a symphony, millitary

Some adversaries and fairies caught the bad decision

Physical collision, we leave 'em deaf and holy like some christians

(A new incorporation, your rap exoriantation

Not a reorientation, or interntation

More and more foes is what I'm chasing

Low down international business, players exchanging

Your ears pound, throw down erasing)

Maneuvering, moving like slugs from a silencer

My fleet of seven on your calender, fuck an amateur

(Game premeditated, crime related, rhyme intensive

Chess, some hardest gamers, the world black as entertainment)

Your time is short, change your thought, rearrange your sports

Before being pork on a fork, I get scorched by the torch

In this Sunz of Man federation, pure meditation

Righteous advigation, teaching for the blind in my nation

(Still remaining through all the shot reigning

Hit grim, stitchy grain, playing half, broke that untouchable

Still tapping plants, by the forced in, rap street, yo extortion)



Chorus: Prodigal Sunn



Life is reality, reality is life

People living trife, the world filled with strife

The gods living, writing exact, too many lacks

Black on black crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest

Life is reality, reality is life, reality



[Killah Priest (Hell Razah)]

In the beast like orcra, swim across the border

Walk upon the water, holding the minora

Reaching for the tora, face full of torture

One deeper than my ora, I stalk ya with the offer

Law and order, cut your day shorter

Slaughter everybody in the party

(Check the godly, from the cradle to the graves

We hell raise you, break your bread at the table

With my real Kane and Ables it gets fable

We build stables, we drop jewels that enslave you)

Wear the wooden bander, seven shield commander

Wave the golden banner, swinging down the hammer

In the house of David, we gold, true laces

Diamond braclets, niggaz on that snake ship

(There ain't no love without the hatred

The cure for the snakes in the snakepits

Created and those that's belated

It's too much, you fear, must prepare scuba-gear

Got a ocean of the dry potion, we mind smoking

We blind for the thugs and drug dealers

Who used to be pyramid builders, ancient healers

Stand for mirrors, all they see is cap pealers and reflection

Moon do me right, give me night life, let me run in all directions)

Worldly impressions, natural infections, massive depression

Dealing with reality, fantasies is nothing but a fantasy

I see it's all vanity, humanities, who volcanically

Satanically, on the edge of my sanity, can't we be all family



(Various talk to fade