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    "The Trinity" Lyrics

    Sunz Of Man

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    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

    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


    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


    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
    This song was submitted on November 14th, 2013 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, O/B/O APRA AMCOS, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Michael Patrick Jarrett, Victan Edmund, Sean Henriques.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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