[60 Minutes excerpt]

For years, those bent on assassination

Bring extraordinary insight into the mind of an assassin

You're about to meet some people who understand that kind of madness very well

"All the lonely people like me tonight, I'm on..."

[Intro: Prodigal Sunn]

But fuck that, man (that's right)

Survival, nigga (moans and the cries)

Only the strong survive! (moans and the cries)

The hood, the jungle, the world and the crying

"The mind of an assassin" -] 60 Minutes excerpt

[Prodigal Sunn]

I wipe the tears from the faces of people

Pain, suffering and struggling, bloodshed in the jungle of evil

I grip steal with the eyes of an eagle

Spread love like the wings of a seagul, Sunny smooth as a regal

But I scheme with the Killa Bee needles

Break bones, Knieval, Magneto, shell grip hard as a penal

Take a hard breath cuz we living in sequels

Controlled by the lethal, injection

Confusing directions, seven points move in seven directions

Taught by perfection, raised in the hood, death and discretion

Learned fast about carrying weapons

In the past, became a slave to the Devil's inception

They I straighted up my kinners and cleared my reception

Explained my life, from my own perception

Live good, eat well, through this difficult Hell

Expand the cell, keep the tragic niggas chasing his tail

Played it up like the third rail but words prevail

[60 Minutes excerpt]

Discovered the charactericstics found in an assassin

[60 Second Assassin]

Loss of the immaculate, kill or be killed

Mack is trafficking blue magic hits

Evidence that some of them be tracking

Since FBI, CIA, front to back with shit

The asking shit, give it to us then mack the shit

They crack and sniff the fifth to fix the grip

Morphine for the fiends to fix

Oxy contin in the active chips, they drop for the active trips

Fall for a habit quick, can't under the mix

Stay out the kitchen, my math is quick

Recipes, handcuffed it in amphetamines

I spit pure extacy when the mic land next to me

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"The Sunz of Man" -] Hell Razah

"Wu-Tang Clan" -] RZA

"The Son of Man"

"Life is lonely and incontained"

"Wu-Tang Clan" -] RZA

"The Sunz of Man" -] Hell Razah

[60 Minutes excerpt]

But as one assassin told us

If the guns come out, we've already failed

It's up to the intelligence division

To stop the assassin, before he picks up a gun

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"The Son of Man"

[Killah Priest]

From heavy brain food to colored windows

The clouds of smoke to red carpet intros

To crowded limos with pounds of Indo

Powder on your tinsel on the nose of kinfolks

My Alfred Hitch, called pin strokes

Horror-olgy, prison-ism, juvenile wisdom

Spools on file for victims

Shootouts to moving now, loudmouths, the ghetto hear none

The police sirens, O.B. firing in the skillets from killas

Real niggas, boxcutters, apes, gorillas

Blocks, gutters, watch my brothers

The luminatti is now the demonatti

After twelve, dope fiends in the lobbies

Shot my posse, sour passe

The block party, apartheid

To Marcus Garvey to Bob Marley

I rap with dreads inside of my Caesar

A true believer, true achiever

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"The Son of Man"

[60 Minutes excerpt]

There was no profile of an assassin, we're assessing

People came from a range, backward homes

Some of them came around, as most did not

Some of them from a history of violence, most did not

Stop the assassin before he picks up a gun

[Sample]

"Life is lonely and incontained"

[Hell Razah]

Yo, I'll turn a booth to a murder scene

Whoever heard of a rap Al Green with an M-16

Sword so sharp, it'll split your spleen

I'm a flying guillotine to the heads of phillistines

Revelations, thirteen, better flip your CREAM

The anti-Christ on the TV screen, selling dreams

I ain't caught up in the bling or material things

But give praise to the king of the kings or dump wings

May I shine on the day that I die through sun beams

I'mma ride out for Adani, the black Rabbi

When he rhyme, they say Horace's eye become wide

And can't spy when I get online, in no time

I demolish any artist you sign with one line

I'm a mastermind, one of a kind

You looking at the next Einstein, from the same hood as Klein

They turned Jerusalem to Palistine, instead of water to wine

For the nobles of that mystic shrine

So I moan like Nina Simone, when I'm reading a poem

I teleport without needing a phone

It's go hard or go home when I get in my zone

I'm in the ozone layer when I sit on my throne, of glory

It's Renaissance Child, you know the story

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"All the lonely people like me tonight, I'm on..."

"The Son of Man"

"It's time to raise the stakes again" -] Guru

"The Sunz of Man" -] Hell Razah

"You know me..."

"The mind of an assassin" -] 60 Minutes excerpt

"All the lonely people like me tonight, I'm on..."