Artist: Killarmy
Album:  Dirty Weaponry
Song:   5 Stages of Consciousness
Typed by: Tha Masta, 320042425817-0001@t-online.de

Intro:
Yeah, yeah, one, two, check it out, yo
5 stages of consciousness right here
You got your conscious, yeah know I'mean, word up
You got your sub-conscious
You got your super-conscious
You got your magnetic-conscious
Bringin it son, let em know
Tellin your right
Keep on movin
Show and provin
Yo yo

[Killa Sin]
Yo, I forever stay ready dunn, 
Money run gun under the Pelle, kind of heavy 
Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line 
Thirsty to dump but thought twice before I took time to WASTE 
Nah, I'm minding the swine, I let him live now, relizes what he did 
Perhaps you've got a tab on the line and I ain't got no time for no bid 
See battle up the warrant squad, already bars on my crib 
With their guns drawn, seekin Killa Sin who done slid 
Many moons ago, across town whereabouts 
Unknown heights blaring loud out, you, me like who give a fuck 
I puff a bone as usual, the suspect, I'll never be 
Allah sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity 
So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your life 
And I will 

[P.R. Terrrorist]
Magazines recovered at homo scenes, two teams living of rhyming schemes 
Always had dreams to be discovered in the meanwhile had to blow trial 
Got put in foul with the rest of them, 8 seventeen with blade infected guns 
Had to watch my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at CEO's 
At least maternals frisked , your face is derenched, buck 50 smile 
Your face get lifted and then you shift into another facility 
Same shit, back in the world, stand strong and watch the weak curl 
From the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor 
The knowledge syllable in my name is straight terror 
Killarmy running through your whole fucking area 
With five stages of consciousness, that swift and change like the weather 
Some drime forecast is rough draft, right off the pad, alive in the act 
It struck the subjects just like math, ram you off in the first half 
This quarter won't last, finger leaning on the trigger, guns blast [Blaow] 
Super-conscious leaves this track smashed 

[Beretta 9]
Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this difficult stage 
You gotta maintain, cope with the stress and pain 
Still in seek of the shelter that blocks the rain 
Although we gone in the flesh, my mental pretains 
To the time who explains 
The duty of a wise man, to the minds, some will blame 
With this physical, mental, will and emotion 
When aquizations take control to my infinite devotions 
Which is to seek the onslaught, cause we express thoughts 
Teach the seeds the wrong foods, that made them what they're not
Now my duty is to civilize and penalize 
Throats were cutting them, they must the God, spreadin lies 
I take it upon myself to reveal the disguise 
You fucking snake, a ???? of the grafted type
If now to live, you would begin to strike 
I waste no time now searching for a mystery 
With every twenty five thousand, we renew our history 
We be the Gods, the Asiatic black men, and I be captain
Be absent when this shit hits the fan

[sample]
The government calls us traitors, a giveous
Cuz we believe that we have the right to be ourselves

[Islord]
Aiyyo, three years trapped in the belly of the beast
Got me awesome, fuck the lords, fuck the fed coats
Fuck the judges, cause they don't give two shits about us
Black man, woman and child, how were living over here
Trapped in the worst part, things like this happen on the regular
Innocent bystanders get trapped off on the streets of my stomping grounds
Where constant war pops off, like wine bottles on the regular
Like clock work to be specific

[9th Prince]
The General Wise died in fatigues, mentally for life I bleed
And promised to feed the seeds, he was supreme general in the army
Little intelligent little bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to survive
Civilized the eighty-five and saved many lives
But these water head niggaz dealt with the four devils
Ceased the rebel and broke the God physically down to another level
Madman at his weight, the great General passed the way
With a smile on his face, I swear if you was here
These pussy niggaz get tortured, while I stick hooks up their noses
And cut off the ears, even their family members will have to pay
Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get manslaughtered the right way
I'm not dealing with feelings, but I spare the children
Weak niggaz destroying, Four niggaz is building
Revenge the General, that's what I quote and tape up grenades to your head
And watch your brains explode

[ShoGun Assason]
I sling war slang like cocaine 
Verbal dope that numbs your brain 
Like a shot of novacaine 
In your death you will feel no pain 
I should teach you with my sword 
And the tip was poisonous 
Snakes speak lies and their words is venomous 
Wu hits come continous 
So I don't give a fuck if Hot '97 
Ain't feelin this 
See what I'm revealin is the truth 
And actual facts be the proof 
The youth be the fruits 
And the elders be the roots 
I stand solid under firmament 
This black man be the dominant intelligent 
These be the words of my testament 
Written documents of the thought 
That makes me give props and sell tapes like cashcrops
Motherfuckers