Combat Mental Combat Lyrics - Sunz Of Man

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[Intro: Hell Razah]
What's up man?, aight (more talking)
Yo Priest what's up with that track man?
Let me represent that xxxx for dolo man, xxxx that
Yo xxxx that man, word is bond
I'm reckin on this mic man, xxxx that kid
(Sunz of Man) What up?

[Hell Razah]
I'mma transport inside the mind that ya got
And I'mma transport to a Braisol and drop to begin
To spread ya Aloe head gel
Every tape has an inmate and blow up ya brain cells
All ya reactions is trapped in my time warp
And smoke 'em, ya get neck broken
Home, choken by roast a deli slogans
To once, quick to get guns I blow ya open
I'm from the L's of the Murderville
Where we possess to kill, and strangle the demons, cuz schemin on skills
My styles is disguised, nigga ply ya naked eye
I twist minds, insert through ya disc drives
To reprogram ya dead computer, they ain't no future
When ya beein in a killin zone cross shooter
Hype is not for winners it's for sinners that are losers
Guess I spell profanity, on all mics that'll handle me
Then I brain damage, leave ya deaf, dumb and stranded
Abandon all ya missed, understand it understands
See it's hectic, for niggas that quenchin
So they get wetted, with techs in their hands, hoes in they head
Ran on my land, ya kind digest raw stress
When all ya thoughts up got's to pay tape, I'm x rated
And love to kick that I made it
Religion is racism, and I ate this rhythm
Oh shit, time to execute that new maneuver
Cuz I feel this xxxx will be very unexpected
My mind a worse, weapon, murderin all cyphers and sessions
I love my moms, cuz havin her gone was a blessin
And they know until I stop, not be ready to I xxxx it
Chop ya head, style, I'm the ripper
The mentally ill individual, growin up, thinkin like, hangin with criminals
I'm on a Rampage and plus I'm lyrical, miracles
We make niggas dig up they graves, like the Aztecs with aids
All Hell Raz' when ya livin in my Horror Days, in my Horror Days

{*yelling & arguing*}

[Ambassador]
Verbally surprising, mind magnetizin
Niggas is hypnotized from the rhymes I'm vocalizin
Paragraphs, thoughts, thoughts from distorter
I dare, from L's, to when they dwell to my ears fell out
I get Buddha black when I release the stress
Thoughts that I address, niggas can't contest
Ya get rained on, this random in the flap with the brainstorm
Create that new xxxx while ya still singin the same songs
Get it straight, I paralyze ya mind state with hate
Intense pain, ya brain get maintained to wait super paralysis
Allowing these brain cells with cow observation
Of a situation that makes an analysis
Conclusion, bust might cause confusion cause of the words
How you like substitution, conclusion, have ya brain get buddhalized
Sabotage ya mental, my rhymes ya can't manage
Those that battle, I got that aight no with brain damage
Niggas step I guess suicidal intentions
Get throbbed out the rain like a dame women extensions
I leave ya with ya mind in detention
That rhymes that I mention, will blast you through a whole another dimension
Your pores, tossed in the land of the lost
I keep it real, when it feels no remorse, those that cross
My path, will get blasted to the beginning
The bottom of the barrel, no tears to admit cuz ya thoughts is crazy narrow
Nah, amplify the step up front
If you want the chance to die, rap fanatic
A slave to the rhythm like an addict
Man slaughter, my solid flow is sorta automatic
When I lift up the spliff and I rip up a rhyme
For the fool who wanna flip, I gotta grip on the nine
When whenever, I'm clever with the style that I shoot with
Full of funk, electryifing like ya execution
To give to the top, a rock, the dropet
I'm wicked outta here like I'm Mustafa forgot dat

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