[Intro: Hell Razah]
What's today's Sunz-e-matics?
[Hell Razah]
Date of birth, '92, the first group out of the Wu
Ten years, paid our dues, of writin' these jewels
A Soldier in the Dark, Five Arch Angel with heart
Ain't No Love Without Hate, can you tell 'em apart?
It's Bloody Choices from prophetic voices
Anointed by the RZA noises, 4th Disciple and Supreme
'98, Red Ant signed us, Cathy was beside us
And linked us with Earth, Wind & Fire (you're a Shining Star)
Label went bankrupt, album went gold quietly
Got out our contracts, happily free
Now it's D3, 2 On Da Road and GG'z
We ain't regular M.C.'s, we prophet M.C.'s
Wu Killa Beez with a Sunz of Man beam
With four diamond rings, we already been kings
Now it's time to transform the ho's into queens
Opposin' my team, is like souls in a dream
I watch brother show off and die over CREAM
I speak for the dead souls that's locked in the bing
I speak for the dead souls that's locked in the bing
I speak for the angels with chopped off wings
[Chorus 2X: Madam D]
All, you're all we got, you're all we got
All we got, all we got is us, through the good and the bad times
[Prodigal Sunn]
Even though times is hard, I stay divine, shine for God
Some people change, money exchange, the love of fame
And it's a cryin' shame, my brother's lyin' diein' in vain
Supplyin' the game, livin' out the next man's name
Complete your steps, we got to move quiet as kept
Seen a lot of teens get swept, cause one man slept
And all we really got is us, who can we really trust?
Silly of you, to think that I would hate us
Movin' as one, ain't Nothin' New Under the Sun
Same fiends, same drugs, same guns, relax a little
Focus on tracks and make classics
Black sounds of Satin, grace and satisfaction
Hold my fam to the very end, we all we got
Through thick and thin, we rise as the world spin
[Chorus]
[La the Darkman]
Feel like I'm locked in the cellar, La the Darkman, Nelson Mandela
Smoke scents in suites, Penn & Teller, cigarello fella
Momma wished I went to Yale, but I ended up in jail
Making collect calls, try'nna post bail
And that wasn't where I planned to be, fighting for my sanity
This world is about money, not about humanity
Young dude, taught to do math, eat food
Older Gods, from the yards, trained my attitude rude
I'm Godly, but when I'm pissed, I'm devilish
Malcolm X type, with a John Gotti twist
Stay blitzed, on the daily, except when I'm with my baby
I gave out consignment, fuck you, nigga, pay me
Elementary Dear Watson, gats keep popping
Drugs keep clocking, the feds keep watching
So I stay low-pro, always keep a calico
Beemer or the Benz, both got the stash, yo
[Chorus]
[Outro: Madam D]
You're all we get, you're all we got
All we got is us, through the good and the bad times
Stress, yes...