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Mind As A Weapon

アーティスト：Killah Priest  アルバム：Black August Revisited 

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(feat. Hellrazah) [Hell Razah] 4th Disciple, what what, Sunz of Man Sunz of Man.. Heaven Razah, Killah Priest Killah Priest, knowI'msayin'? Prodigal Sunn, 60 Sec... 60 Sec. (yeah) The Ambassador, yeah, ha, what? Check.. yo. [Chorus 3X: Hell Razah w/ ad-libs] Sunz of Man, what? We come together like gasses of The Sun There comes a time without no money, drugs and guns Just the Mind as a Weapon for the blind, deaf and dumb [Hell Razah] Here we come, here we come, use the truth to overcome. Here we come, here we come, here we come. After my dagger enters, blood drips from ya liver I set up real world niggaz out like I'm Tommy Hilfiger Take the motive vibe, eye of a killer Place drugs and arms on drug dealers Satan says "Satan get behind me" Georgio Armani, custom garments made from Godbody I said the truth hurts ya weak spot like karate Illuminati/FBI's couldn't watch me You won't survive with a Versace or when the gunshot hit ya body I'm on some next shit, it's a war, get out ya Lexus You on my guest list, so choose ya exit to ya deathwish, the useless get buried my a homocidal of unnecessary We be drinkin' royal wine, pumpin' wine berries I never drink the blood of Mary, ya ass don't scare me The enemy is my worst enemy Virus to this music industry, come and deliver ya water, ya penalty, niggaz they be killin' me like they mobsters from Italy Meanwhile Kings hate Queens in captivity Al Capone clones and brains in slave chains Check the herobome, transportin' through white robes Headphones and telephones, to make the unknown known Before sticks and stones broke bones We was conquerin', Roman gold robes Kidnapped, naked away from home, now we red guest rolls Called by Jon Doe now with the Red Rose, the communists Snakes transform like Optimus Prime to a suit and tie My mind detects like a lie detector We don't need Gadgets to be Inspectors The only knowledge, got on Mecca reflectors Ain't nothin' funny, I burn ya rap clothes and ya money There's too many crash test dummies Wearin' shades cuz the truth gets too sunny Me and my true fam', we spread history like a museum put ya guns down and use ya two hands Keepin' documents stack like the paper at a newstand The old man ordered the Mr. Officer to stop the lock up The black orchestra, scuba divers in Nautica drownin' in the blood, road warriors don't budge I offer the same office of death of a life of a slave Bright light keep the bats in



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