Sunz of Man - The TrinityLyrics

Yeah (yeah yeah yeah) Many years in this shit (Young Razah) I'm still here, we still here, SOM (Young Razah 'bout to talk to why'all) The Sunn stay burnin' We don't give a fuck about this shit (SunZini yeah) (Black Satin/60 Sec Assassin) (Feel the game) (Bitch yo Knight 'bout to do it) Camouflaged through the City Lights, I paint pictures Faint the scripture fascinated with crime, of brutally the liquor Searchin' for the answers, Arthur feet down died of cancer The fall and rise of black people, God is your only answer A little laughter for the good times and bad times A day of sunshine, purity and deeper of designs Steeper of minds, keeper of rhymes, my soul reclines Build a gold mine and see my fam grow with time Although it may seem, it ain't what it appears to be I stay sincerely, dearly, see I can feel with relating Criminatin', interrogatin', God forsaken I'm on my heart achin', daddy on the block fakin' Another life taken, caught up in the hands of Satan Great minds think alike, think Elevation I shall proceed to teach my seeds And I guaranteed indeed to blow trees and I [Chorus] I'm searchin', I'm circling for the life I'm searchin', gon' be a fight tonight I'm seachin', I'm searchin' for the light I'm searchin', I'm searchin' for the fire In this hip hop extravaganza, we the answer Fuck dancers, pimps, hoes, players and gamblers We Black Panthers, bandanas with cock hammers Reporters got recorders, your films, tapes and cameras Analyse this new grammar, you might catch us in Atlanta We get around like Sel Antanas Got rich niggas can't stand us, payin' the banners And black ballers, we set up tracks with a chorus Get clapped by my rap supporters, catch you borders Sleep walkers, get advanced to street orders Hell comin', drop the dice, no runnin' From here to London, still the snakes stay cunnin' Christ descendents, shocked the world with a sentence Invade your kingdom, now got the first born Princess Give repentance at the heaven's gate entrance I rise like a bank interest [Chorus] It's goin' on like this one be the site, excite Never gives a fuck about hype Babies use it for ya rhymes, aight? Smoke it for your piece pipe TNT outlaw before ya niggas seen it right? F.A. Rock, what up big Divine? Yo Shallah! Keep them niggas' hands up right While I fuck these niggas up right Silence your Lamb, it ain't Sam I lay dorment in the sand Come visit my minute glass of mayhem Jesus Christ and foodstamps, better move man You stickin' out like a fat ass It's a wrap player, I went from pimpin' the skag I left shit in the bag, in them pants fool Fat like haystack Calhoon, you niggas is a pigeon coup I mastered physicals [Chorus] Why we fighting? Fighting for the right AIn't no way we can do the fight tonight see and them Sunz of Man We fighting for our souls Te fighting will a plan, it's burning on my soul