Inmates to the Fire

Lyrics

[Intro: Prodigal Sunn] Sunz of Man got rhymes for days, word up Faggot ass MCs, MCs is fuckin' garbage Spittin' out garbage rhymes, faggot ass MCs Word up, slap the shit out of you, motherfucker Tonight, tonight [Chorus: Prodigal Sunn] Tonight is the night that you will lose the fight I think you'd better think twice before you touch that mic You could lose your life when you fuck with the right Tryin' to bite, you get blasted with the pipe Tonight is the night that you will lose the fight I think you'd better think twice before you touch that mic You could lose your life when you fuck with the right Tryin' to bite, you get blasted with the pipe [Verse 1: Prodigal Sunn] It's one of the members of the round table, the Sunz of Man generate light The third knight form the Concentration Camp burnin' like the gas lamp I came equipped with the globe as my wardrobe Fully-armored, seven soldiers on the lookout for Jeffrey Dahmer Speaking a ministry, combine in my terminology Fuck the industry 'cause on the top is where I'm soon to be The holy scam connect with the Royal Fam Brooklyn Zu, we ignite the jam, fuck you and your Uncle Sam Never gave a damn for the faking and the phony scannin' My understandin, strike your dome piece like a cannon You ask the question, why? Tell me, can you testify Justify against the high nigga, I may be do or die My mind state, magnifies all lies And for the spy, I keep em searching for the alibi [Verse 2: Hell Razah] We goin' gold D, The one and only, sharper than Shinobi N-Y-O-B, kid your nosey Hittin' on my hoes is for old D's, you know me Gotta roll trees, rolly poley, behold we Scorin' mad points off your goalie, you try cock blocks, stoppin' slowly Ain't no way to control me, when I'm comin' for that trophy From buildin' my diamonds like the carats in jakobe's The unholy; government reports don't assume me Aiyo light the trees, pass the fire cuz a lot of force Frank Sinatras Singin' about street operas, dead gunner be Wannabe Al Pacino's and Danny DeVito's Dressed in tuxedos, gamblin' their lives to Gambinos The bloodsuck the poor like mosquitoes [Verse 3: 60 Second Assassin] Streets of fire, two on one man riot Hired 60 Second 'ssassin, rap retirin thugs Who was bug, when they new they should of dug Fiending to be a king, boy , knowing mine, I'm a royal flush Shit'll drain down today, you couldn't withstand megaplanes Shit'll totally freeze you ass insane I be the headman, profession, should've been a blessing Your next step, only peace that you're resting Or should I say rest in peace Get respectively knocked off your feet Without a store, we stole beef Another example, shitty diaper in my hamper My.rhymes are Arm and Hammer, I'm cleaning stains at random Take it best if you clean, 60 Second gee ya Hoping in five minutes I'll be 5 G's richer Uh, no need to put your money up, the only run up Fucking with Sunz of Man, you're go'head and gonna get bankrupt [Outro] Can't fuck ain't this shit Straight from Medina 718 Bushwick, Brownsville Show and prove time god If you thinking about crossing us right here We got rhyme for days We got rhyme for days Competition better retire Or become an inmate to my fire Get burnt in the fire