Inmates to the Fire lyrics

[Intro: Prodigal Sunn]
Sunz of Man got rhymes for days, word up
Faggot ass MCs, MCs is f*ckin' garbage
Spittin' out garbage rhymes, faggot ass MCs
Word up, slap the sh*t out of you, motherf*cker
Tonight, tonight

[Chorus: Prodigal Sunn]
Tonight is the night that you will lose the fight
I think you'd better think twice before you touch that mic
You could lose your life when you f*ck with the right
Tryin' to bite, you get blasted with the pipe
Tonight is the night that you will lose the fight
I think you'd better think twice before you touch that mic
You could lose your life when you f*ck with the right
Tryin' to bite, you get blasted with the pipe

[Verse 1: Prodigal Sunn]
It's one of the members of the round table, the Sunz of Man generate light
The third knight form the Concentration Camp burnin' like the gas lamp
I came equipped with the globe as my wardrobe
Fully-armored, seven soldiers on the lookout for Jeffrey Dahmer
Speaking a ministry, combine in my terminology
f*ck the industry 'cause on the top is where I'm soon to be
The holy scam connect with the Royal Fam
Brooklyn Zu, we ignite the jam, f*ck you and your Uncle Sam
Never gave a damn for the faking and the phony scannin'
My understandin, strike your dome piece like a cannon
You ask the question, why? Tell me, can you testify
Justify against the high n*gga, I may be do or die
My mind state, magnifies all lies
And for the spy, I keep em searching for the alibi
[Verse 2: Hell Razah]
We goin' gold D, The one and only, sharper than Shinobi
N-Y-O-B, kid your nosey
Hittin' on my hoes is for old D's, you know me
Gotta roll trees, rolly poley, behold we
Scorin' mad points off your goalie, you try c*ck blocks, stoppin' slowly
Ain't no way to control me, when I'm comin' for that trophy
From buildin' my diamonds like the carats in jakobe's
The unholy; government reports don't assume me
Aiyo light the trees, pass the fire cuz a lot of force Frank Sinatras
Singin' about street operas, dead gunner be
Wannabe Al Pacino's and Danny DeVito's
Dressed in tuxedos, gamblin' their lives to Gambinos
The bloodsuck the poor like mosquitoes

[Verse 3: 60 Second Assassin]
Streets of fire, two on one man riot
Hired 60 Second 'ssassin, rap retirin thugs
Who was bug, when they new they should of dug
Fiending to be a king, boy , knowing mine, I'm a royal flush
sh*t'll drain down today, you couldn't withstand megaplanes
sh*t'll totally freeze you ass insane
I be the headman, profession, should've been a blessing
Your next step, only peace that you're resting
Or should I say rest in peace
Get respectively knocked off your feet
Without a store, we stole beef
Another example, sh*tty diaper in my hamper
My.rhymes are Arm and Hammer, I'm cleaning stains at random
Take it best if you clean, 60 Second gee ya
Hoping in five minutes I'll be 5 G's richer
Uh, no need to put your money up, the only run up
f*cking with Sunz of Man, you're go'head and gonna get bankrupt
[Outro]
Can't f*ck ain't this sh*t
Straight from Medina 718
Bushwick, Brownsville
Show and prove time god
If you thinking about crossing us right here
We got rhyme for days
We got rhyme for days
Competition better retire
Or become an inmate to my fire
Get burnt in the fire