Artist: Royal Fam f/ Sunz of Man
Album:  Black Castle
Song:   Musical Chairs
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Sharecka]
Yo, ya know, yo
Yo, we be buggin out, in the upper house
If a brother need bail I'ma get my brother out
Fuck me, rub him out, duck me, run him out
Meet me, catch up, gun him out
Caught by running mouth, everyone go
Even a hoe, that tried to kick it when I entered
When I said I'd be bangin that shit, I meant it
Got in the wrong business, bangin ya
Split like Moses, did hydro-mania
Hangin ya, 1863 I'm hangin ya
Dissin me is danger, history
'mains to be found in some towns, in my city, it's poverty
Starvin peeps, drugs and a lot of heat
Beef and a lot of grief? (all that)
Raw cuz I was hungry, what ya call that?
I call it survival, counts the ends, soak sins in the bible
My soldiers 'cidal, they say all, Gods forgive
Life's negative, tell me how ya live, what? 

[Timbo King]
Fuck a club, I rhyme inside a crowded train station
The plane I'm on is way beyond aviation
My voice alone could start the revolution early
The world be spinnin in my palm, just spinnin in my palm
Circular energy, energy
Niggas got a tendancy to blame it on the Hennessey
A 100 proof without alcohol involved
I slap y'all niggas right in front of Carnegie Hall
How you want it? Fried or broiled? We brawl with y'all
144,000 totallin all

[Hell Razah]
Musical holocaust, orchestra chords, carry my cross
In this bloodsport, Brooklyn, New York, prophecy thoughts
They caught a buzz like irons plugged in with a short
Guns get bought, we conference and let the money talk
If my right hand offend thee, Timbo cut it off
If today was revolution, will they really set it off?
Niggas is soft, frontin for a page in The Source
That's why your label took a loss to them items you floss
And if I write it, niggas bite it, we gon' fight it in court
Nautica cloth, sweatshirt, threathen the Earth
Rap before 2 hour court, bring death to your birth
From a Benz to a hurse, bestfriends to the worst

[Prodigal Sunn]
The last verse, pull out the hurse, it's the mighty lion
Of Titus, intoxicated with iron, another bitch nigga dyin?
Snitches were lyin, my tidal wave electrifying
Snitches be eyein, cryin, catch a slug from the blood of the Mayan
Caribbean, Indian, what we livin in, division
They spotted you fishing, taste the arrows from the coalition
The general, rockin the Kangol, figure Rover
Takin he heads of cobras, like Priest said "It's Over"
Infinite soldier, blazin a bag of choclate mocha
Kid, I thought I told ya, now witness the flame of Jehovah!