Unusual Suspects, Jakprogresso - Men Behind the Sun lyrics

I could of grabbed this microphone
I'd beat your brains out with it
Because that's what you deserve
That's what you deserve

Cruger might appear while your sound asleep
Till your no longer sound
And you shout and scream
So loud it seems to wake every house in reach
Even the last one down your street
Found your dreams, Got you so afraid of day
Made your brain stay away for about a week
With as much courage as
"Courage the Cowardly Dog"
Would have in the night of the howling beast
I carry a raven around with me
That sit's on my Kreuger
Glove like a falcony
Now I see through the eye it ripped
Out and keeps in it’s mouth
Dangling it down it’s beak
Clown MC’s like ICP
When I say you make the crowd bounce
I mean leave
Beats me how anyone could beat me
Don’t bite my tongue
I am one of the men behind the sun

Get ready to die prepare for genocide
The end is nigh, my son get with the times
Our time has come hide & Run from
The Men Behind the Sun

We’ve raised the bar, US blaze cigars
Sitting around a table with
Dogs playing cards
We ain’t for the feint at heart
Keep kids locked in an attic
I drop explicit imagery like
The prophet Mohammed
Only 19 but my mind is older
Every day I don’t get blood I get colder
When I say my life is over, I’m not depressed
Lonely or dead
Since I saw two holes in my neck
Now murder is my only intent
But this ain’t mouth to mouth (No)
I’m sucking a soul from the chest
Once you show disrespect
Theres no going back
I’ll brand my name on your head and
Put it in my bowling bag
(Strike) Lines, cut ‘em, throw up your U’s
We make music that turns heads
And stomaches too
(Unusuowl) , We got Jak up in this
"The Men Behind the Sun"
And we’ll call you every name under it


Somebody sign me quick wait the virus did
Electric Circuit, circa '96
I’ve been sick behind the blinds of IV drip
Hiding from sunlight inside the crib
Rhymey shit, like a file of mad scientists
Surrounded by dead Chinese chicks
King of the addicts
Who’s a bigger looser? and who is not?
I’ve been to more rehabs
Than Robert Downey Jr (Stop)
I can bench press a Buick
My adrenaline can fuel an ox
I murder rappers to soothing sounds
Of an open music box
It’s not the substance in the tunes I drop
It’s the burial ground of dead
Animals under the back porch
And confuse my mom, and my room is stocked
Penethol juices, nylon noose’s
Knots, Q-tip syringe, toolkit box
Body refuse disinfectants
Peroxide usage stopped my motives so sick
The way I kill? will be an art
The new kids mock, ligature bruises used to?
Had to change it twice
For the knee deep levels of stool
And puke ‘em up, it’s not? to?, I beat ya
Smash tom-toms, Spit with that Cafe Khufu
Hookah ha

Get ready to die prepare for genocide
To end this night my sun get with the times
Our time has come hide & Run from
The Men Behind the Sun


Never before has such evil villainous
Scum recorded such a masterpiece