4th Disciple - 5 Stages of Consciousness lyrics

Intro: k**a Sin, P.R. Terrrorist Yeah, yeah, one, two, check it out, yo 5 stages of consciousness right here You got your conscious, yeah know I'mean, word up You got your sub-conscious You got your super-conscious You got your magnetic-conscious And then we're infinite *Various talk by both* [k**a Sin] Yo, I forever stay ready dunn Money run gun under the pelly, kind of heavy Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line Thirsty to dump but thought twice before I took time to waste None un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hop he relizes what he did Perhaps you've got a child on the line and I ain't got no time for no bid See battle up to warn the squad, already bars on my crib With their guns drawn, seekin k**a Sin who done slid Many moons ago, across town whereabouts Unknown heights blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a f** I puff a bone, a usual suspect, i'll never be Allah sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your life And I will [P.R. Terrrorist] Magazines recovered at h*mo scenes, living of rhyming schemes Always had dreams to be discovered and meanwhile had to blow trial Not put in foul like the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected guns Had to watch my back when I sh** and piss, n***as busting nuts in COs Leaving maternals frisked, faces derenched, buck 50 smile Your face get lifted and then you shift into another facility Same sh**, back in the world, I stand strong and watch the weak curl ]From the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor The knowledge, sylabbles and my name is straight terror k**army running through your whole f**ing era With five stages of consciousness, we swiftly change like the weather And control forecast, rough traffic, off the pad, alive in the act Your stuck to subjects just like math, ram you off in the first half This quarter won't last, your leaning on the trigger, guns blast Blaow, super-conscious leaves this track smashed [Beretta 9] Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this difficult stage You gotta maintain, cope with the stress and pain Still in seek of the shelter that blocks out the rain A thirty down in the flesh, my mental pretains Took to much time to explain The duty of a wise man, to the minds, some will blame With this physical, mental, will and emotion The aquizations to control my infinite devotions Which is to seek the onslaught, cause we express thoughts To the seeds the wrong foods, that made them with their knots My duty is to civilize and penalize Throats were cutting them, they must of got stregthalized I take it upon myself to reveal the disguise You f**ing snake, I tie you to the graphite, tight If now to live, you would begin to strike I waste no time now searching for a mystery With every twenty five thousand, we renew our history We be the gods, the asiatic black men, and not reacting We actually run this sh** and defend *martial art sample* [Islord] Aiyyo, three years trapped in the belly of the beast Got me on some, f** the laws, f** the fed coats f** the judge, cause they dont give two sh**s about us Black man, woman and child, how were living over here Trapped in the worst part, when things like this happen on the regular Innocent bystanders get trapped off on the streets of my stomping grounds With constant war pops off, wine bottles on the regular Like clock work to be specific [9th Prince] The General Wise died in fatigues, mentally for life I bleed And promise to feed his seeds, was the supreme general in the army Little intelligent little bug, roll with thugs that sold d** to survive Civilized the eighty-fives and saved many lives But these water-head n***as 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 pa**ed away With a smile on his face, I swear if you was still here These p**y n***as get tourtured, while I stick hooks up their noses And cut of their ears, even their family memebers 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 n***as get destroyed, Real n***as is building Revenge the general, thats what I quote duct tape up grenades to your head And watch your brains explode [Shogun Assa**on] Yo, yo, I sling war slang like c**aine Verbal dope that numbs your brain Like a shot of novacaine In your d**h you will feel no pain I should teach you with my sword And the tip was poisonous Snakes speak lies and their words is venomous Wu hits come continous, so I don't give a f** how Hot '97 Ain't feelin this See what I'm revealin is the truth In actual facts be the proof The youth be the fruits And the elders be the roots I stand solid, under firment This black man be the dominant intelligent These be the word's for my testament Writen documents of the thought That makes me give props and sell tapes like cashcrops Mother f**ers