The Law

Now children go when I send thee Uh, now how should I send the law? I'm gon' send the Killah Priest Through the Sunz of Man I'm gon' send in Bethlehem It's the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send in A world premier on the frontier for a year Those with the ear, let 'em hear I ride the camel, wearin' golden sandals Gold shield, war force field Silver spear, jasper armor flooded with onyx Silk garment, a silk cape, a nickel plate breastplate A golden helmet, a purple robe clothed with the velvet Pullin' my diamond sword through ya pelvis, collar shinin like Elvis Studied clubs, a golden club, roll out the white glove I'm above, show you love for the general Bag me the emeralds, never end the jewels Attendin school of thoughts, red curtains, white turbans Purple silk, blue quilt, sippin soy milk as the scales tilt Holy tablets made from the Abbot's finest fabrics Crystal glass, gold rims flooded with gems The son of Shim sung me hymns Enjoy the royal smell, golden bells King Soloman's spells, holy vails Instruments of excellence, new testaments The anointed, flamboyant, rap for your enjoyment Now children go when I send thee Uh, now how should I send the law? I'm gon' send the Prodigal Sunn Through the Sunz of Man I'm gon' send in Bethlehem Through the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send thee My lyric condition, critical, political analytical, controversal, diversal, verbal, daily rehearsal My ora, presidential, we shed your mental temple for life I born supreme knowledge to make the wisdom my wife No time for strife, decrease releasin through the mic device You better think twice, precise or get crushed like ice Ever since I been an MC, never knew nothin to be for free The recipe consists of space, time and energy Physical isolation escapin, revelation every since creation I see the slaves in my nation came to make a change Live out my name, sustain The Grain, consider the strange deranged Even insane in the brain, I felt the strain of pain from the migranes and bloodstains, now I know the game and only a few stay the same Now children go when I send thee Uh, now how should I send the law? I'm gon' send the Heaven the Hell Raz' Through the Sunz of Man I'm gon' send in (Brooklyn, Bethlehem, Bethlehem) Through the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send in Bethlehem What up, son? Nuttin but clouds and the UFO's What's goin' down? Nuttin but souls as we open scrolls I was born as a grand Sun of Man from Abraham Brooklyn was my Bethelehem, I blessed the land with children Keep a gun in hand, must understand my plan you drown in the quicksand, hair wrapped like arabs from Iran We crash clubs, black blood, shed for money love Backstabber's hugs, little kids follow thugs sellin drugs Unlawful marriages, miscarriages, savages livin fabulous Buildin drug palaces, players play 'til that day of repentance A one way entrance, a death or life sentence I'm like the banker, when I thank a wave my interest Hell Razah, I come with prophecies, missioners possibly Animosity, keep you watchin me The golden owl, while you approach I make your coach throw in the towel Use you consonants and vowels Precious jewels stress them fools, drop your tool Stop repentin, now go where I sent him Now children go when I send in 60 Sec. Uh, now how should I send the law? I'm gon' send the one by one One was the ity bity baby Two was the palmentor, south pole Three was the hebrew, children Four was the son standin at the door Three was the hebrew, children Two was the palmentor, south pole One was the ity bity baby wrapped all in that I may know what you gon' name that A stranger that's born, born as a Sun of Man You and you, Sunz of Man want you You and you, you and you Sunz of Man drop jewels, you and you You and I Vs. to make the Sunz' shit work