Sunz Of Man, True Master, Method Man - Collaboration '98 lyrics

So what we smoke cancer sticks and
Weed and all that good shit
Fuck the world, word up
Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast'
Collaboration

Can't you see my love even
Though we be with thugs
Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
Because is you down or are
You down just because?
Can't you see my love even
Though we be with thugs

Yo, when you least expect is when we attack
In fact
Your format, is not yet suitable for combat
Still dissident factions within the Kingdom
Campaign desperate attempts to
Take your freedoms
Emphatically, wack strategy, don't impress me


Impulsiveness'll only bring you tragedy
Test me descent to the essence quickly
Niggas strictly flip
Fuckin with this royal assembly
The Sunz of Man
Summon me, Chief Administrator of the Law
True Master in this hardcore Art of War
I explore the depths on conflict
And with no pretense
Found the best strategy the
Most impressive defense
So when you rush to attack
It be I to crush your force
And exhaust your whole supply
Don't send for reinforcements
Give orders for men to maintain
They respective borders
Or it's a God damn slaughter

Shots in the park, it be on after dark
Hungry like the Wolf when the
Beef starts to cook when push come to shove
We push through the club
Pocket full of bud, baby armed with the snub
Nosed I suppose
You get body-snatched when you doze
Recognize your friends from your foes
Or here lie another one victimized
Left for The Fly, now what size is this?
Nigga your size, and I would be much obliged
To get a fatter piece of that pie
Still got my Eyes on the Prize
And like Gloria
I will survive, at war with the warrior
Hot with the vibe, pennies, turn the heat up
And bend me prepare for the next milleni'
I can't sleep, I'm in the shit knee deep
In a race against time
Beat your motherfucking beat
Hold your satellite Son
I'm from where you from
Same shit different slum
Where we about to go
Ain't no need for the gun
I treat you to a slice
When we done, and all minds are one, yo

Can't you see my love even
Though we be with thugs
Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
Because is you down or are
You down just because?
Can't you see my love even
Though we be with thugs

I be the Rabbi watched by snake
Eyes as the playa hate rise
New York state side to the West side
Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine
From here to Palestine watch
Sunz of Man climb i could tell a fake from
A handshake for man's sake the hidden truth
I translate til the land quake
I plan my escape on the good fan base
Strictly satisfaction like the Sunz
Of Man tape
No copy or biting off of what your man make
It's 1998, get your own mind state
In 1999 write your own platinum rhymes
Can you see my love even
Though we be with thugs?
Yo, words and keyboards we please the Lord
Lyrics feed the poor
While the rich receive the sword
Couldn't stay in one spot too long
Split in fours told the truth before tours
Four artists four doors
I rock the concert til my arm hurt
Doing God's work while you star search
I take your mind to Mars' dirt uhh, what
I said, can you see my love even
Though we be with thugs?

This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism
Enhances my wisdom
Prodigal Sunn the lover Islam keeps me calm
From doing you harm, when I attack
It's Vietnam through CD-ROM
The mega bomb severs the ice in your charm
Too late for Salaam
Slugs rip through your arm double leg, arm
Supreme head some fled from the bloodshed
Painting many in red, leavin Iranians dead
Chief in me in head
Hangin fast on they deathbed out the window
Lyrics flow like hot chemicals
Burning competitors
From they ears to they asshole
You wanna battle
I separate your Adam's apple
Crack your skully with a Snapple bottle
On the Apollo can you read black, ease back
We bleed tracks breeze through facts
Contacts smack your wolfpack

Can't you see my love even
Though we be with thugs
Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
Because is you down or are
You down just because?
Can't you see my love even
Though we be with thugs

Hold your satellite son
I'm from where you from
Same shit different slum
Where we about to go
Ain't no need for the gun
I treat you to a slice
When we done, and all minds are one
Men from the Sun