The Interview - Sunz Of Man

This goes out

This what y’all niggas all been waiting for

A litte story for all my brothers

You know what I’m saying?

Sunz of Man return

We gon' walk on by and keep it moving

Just when it got cold

Cold Sunz we got jewels, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving

Check it.

Moving.

Word up

My thoughts be colorless, the undercover rich

Haters loving it, watch the Hell King Tut' with it

Queens bathtubbing it, my diamond’s cutting it

Sharp and on point, fuck the tricks of the government

Money rules the world, got my people suffering

Cops busting in, handcuffing men 'til they wrist bleed

Some read what they don’t need, give to seed

The Black, Lebanese, rabbis in green fatigues

Microphone masked MCs, Maccabees

Hard head MCs get told and still they freeze

The truth came in flesh but still you don’t believe

The best thing you know is the spots to find weed

Get the knowledge dungarees, we still struggling

Sunz of Man, UK keep it bubbling

We come to clubs, like the ones who bring the trouble in

What?

He sold his soul, life publishing

I walked away and I left you cold

Have to walk on by and keep it moving

I reminisce on my dark days whenever I phase and kept a blaze

Y’all mental slave renegades, wasn’t enough to eliminate

In my lifestyle of hard times and good times

Stood mine with the wines, became nice with the mind

Born intelligent, fuck elegant, I represent

For the ladies and gents, delinquents and peasants

Everyday hungry, gunplay on the Sunny

Crews sweeter than honey, stars fuck for all they money

Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs flood the tummy

Thugs wrapped like mummies, sipping Remy, the clip empty

Feeling shifty, swifty highly intoxicated

Simply infatuated never thought he could be faded

Up in the hospital, critical, eating pickles

With no teeth back on the streets he got beef

For little Keith and Tariff

A walking death wish, living selfish

I sort of felt this the fifth of September

He found them helpless and breathless

I walked away and I left you cold

A daylight shoot out, a dice game, bank loot out

Jewels out, laying on three-hundred-dollar sweaters

Tools out, last day schools out, nine Berettas and better

Carry the Avirex leather

Timberland weather gear, hands in the air

This is a stick up, don’t play for hiccups

You won’t need a body pick-up, money in the laundry bag

Hungry comrades get they guns from Arabs

With the loot that they had, they rob more victims on the ave

Today cash, examples of the program

Lord Sun of Man, stop killing your own relatives

Unknown start giving the liquid to the dry bones

We all came from the same throne

Raise the dead with the brain poem, this one is aimed home

I walked away and I left you cold