Sunz Of Man - Written in Blood lyrics

"I want you to cry..." - vocal sample repeats throughout (except during verses) [Intro: Hell Razah] This is just the beginnin' of your endin' Or the endin' of a new beginnin' It's where we start off at Yeah... yeah... it's like... [Hell Razah] It's like a never-endin' documentary, I knew eventually We'd strike back mentally at one common enemy My thoughts be a bomb threat to vets in the industry We ahead of our time like the twenty-first century Vyin' with the energy of Marvin in the seventies This is for the comrades who facin' d**h penalties I walk with a bop with God like Enoch In Nike Airs, I don't rock Reeboks, OK ock? On shibop, we give our most high props through hip-hop We certified worldwide of this Maccabee hive The more truth, the more lies, gotta watch his disguise Now we rise as The Phoenix comin' out of the fire n***as broke over forty, then they need to retire We need cashier cheques and bank wires More 'dro we can crush up on party flyers Freedom fighters, Maccabee machine gun riders [Denzel Washington sample from "Training Day"] You ain't never k**ed nobody What's gon' happen? It takes a man to k** Hit me right there! Hit me! Hit me! [Prodigal Sunn] It was said it couldn't be done, The Return of the Sunn The burn of the guns, the seven seal, a million to one Buildin' my funds, diplomatic, twistin' some cabbage Raidin' any static fanatic with the heart of an addict Spark on the sabbath, the truth keeps me shook like rabbits Sort of like the fiend with a habit, the d**h of a savage Written in Blood, forbidden, smitten, bitten by love It's like the hand that broke through the glove, the flight of a dove The strike of a thug, similar to all the above I watched my brother k**ed for the drug and died for the slug A lot have fell from the tree of life, deciteful and trife One with the garden, a million pardoned, march with an arson From Brooklyn to Parson, stay alert, tear through the riot Stare and apply it, don't make me have to air out ya kayak The team's supreme, free from the dreams, the schemes Four kings, slicin' the ring, black tools, j**els it seems [Laurence Fishburne sample from "Deep Cover"] I had k**ed a man... a man who looked like me... Whose mother and father... looked like my mother and father... And nothing happened... And the police didn't come after me... no one did... I could have k**ed others if I wanted to... and gotten away with it