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Lirik 5 Stages of Conciousness

(What?), Yeah, one, two (five stages), check it out right
Five stages of consciousness right here (check the aura right here)
(You got your conscious, yeah, know I'mean, word up)
You got your subconscious (you got to bring it tonight by war)
You got your super-conscious (half the man, your brainiac)
You got your magnetic-conscious (let 'em know, c'mon)
And then we're infinite (insanity ride, keep on movin')
Your main tools ain't heavy enough (infinity son, so we got show and prove 'em)
(Bring that shit on) (brain for real, son, right now Don), the box of god
(It ain't better yet), check it now

Yo, I forever stay ready dunn, money run gun under the pelly
Kind of heavy, pretty pearl tickle my belly
But steady by the waistline, thirsty to dum but thought twice
Before I took time to waste, not a mind in this swine
I let him live now, he realize what he did
Perhaps you got a child on the line and I ain't got time for no bid
See, bad enough the warrant squad already barged in my crib
With their guns drawn, seeking Killa Sin who done slid

Many moons ago, across town whereabouts
Unknown heights blaring loud out my Uey like who give a fuck
To puff a bone is usual, suspect can never be
Allah sees everything, a bad boy's silence
Is the key to longevity, so take this advice
Before I reiterate the thought to take your life and I will

Magazines recovered at homo' scenes
Two teams living off rhyming schemes, always had dreams to be discovered
In the meanwhile had to blow trial, got put in foul like the rest of them
Aged 17 with blade infected gums
Had to watch my back when I shit and piss
Niggas busting nuts in COs, at least when turtles frisked
Your face is the risk, buck 50 smile, your face get lifted
Then you shift into another facility
Same shit back in the world, stand strong and watch the weak curl
From the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor

The knowledge syllable in my name is straight Terror
Killarmy running through your whole fucking era
With five stages of consciousness that swift and change like the weather
Some trial forecast disrupt traff right of the pad
Allow me to act, disrupt your subject just like math
Ran you off in the first half, this quarter won't last
Finger leaning on the trigger, guns blast (blaow)
Super-conscious leaves this track smashed

Harpoons for hard times kid going through this difficult stage
Yet I maintain coping with the stress and pain
Still in seek of the shelter that blocks the rain
Although you gone in the flesh, my mental contains
Took the time to explain the duty of a wise man
To the minds some are planes which is physical, mental
Will and emotion, realizations to control
To my infinite devotions which is to seek the unsought

Conceive express thought, teach the seeds the wrong foods
Demanding what they not, now my duty is to civilize and then penalize
Throats were cut, they must have gone and spread 'em lies
I take it upon myself to reveal the disguise
You fucking snake, a DAT of the graphic type
If allowed to live, again you will strike
I waste no time in searching for a mystery
With every twenty-five thousand we renew our history
We be the gods, the Asiatic black men and I'll be goddamned
To be absent when the shit hit the fan

The government calls us traitors, or deviants
Because we believed that we had the right to be ourselves

Aiyo, three years trapped in the belly of the beast
Got me on some, fuck the laws, fuck the fed coats
Fuck the judge 'cause they don't give two shits about us
Black man, woman and child
How we're living over here trapped in the worst part
Where things like this happen on the regular
Innocent bystanders get trapped off
On the streets of my stomping grounds where
Constant war pops off like wine bottles on the regular
Like clockwork to be specific

The General Wise died in fatigues
Mentally for life I bleed and promise to feed his seeds
He was Supreme General in the Army
Really tell it like that little bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to survive
Civilized the 85 and saved many lives
But these water-head niggas dealt with the four devils
Ceased the rebel and broke the god physically down to another level

Now I'm at his wake, the great General passed away
With a smile on his face, I swear if you was to hear
These pussy niggas get tortured while I stick hooks up their noses
And cut of their ears, even their family members will have to pay
Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get manslaughtered the right way
I'm not dealing with feelings, but I'll spare the children
Weak niggas destroying, true niggas is building
Revenge the General, that's what I quote
Then tape a grenade to your head and watch your brains explode

I sling war slang like cocaine
Verbal dope that numbs your brain like a shot of Novocaine
In your death you will feel no pain
I just jigged you with my sword and the tip was poisonous
Snakes speak lies and their words is venomous
Wu hits come continuous
So, I don't give a fuck if Hot '97 ain't feeling this
See what I'm revealing is the truth and actual facts be the proof

The youth be the fruits and the elders be the roots
I stand solid under firmament
This black man be the dominant intelligent
These be the words of my testaments
Written documents of the thought
That makes me give props and sell tapes like cash crops
Motherfuckers