Artist: Sunz of Man f/ 7th Ambassador
Album:  One Million Strong
Song:   Wicked Wayz
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash, Tha Masta

[7th Ambassador]
And that's my word... that's my word

[Chorus: Prodigal Sunn]
If you're blind to the wicked wayz
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind (check it out)
If you're blind of the wicked wayz (yeah, check it out)
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind (yo)

[Killah Priest]
The President just ordered the Navy to hit the borders of Haiti
Slaughter babies from the waters of Euphrates
Maybe they sent germs that's polluted our sperms
And made us live uncircumcised in the serpent eyes
And told us certain lies, and each day a servant dies
But in the halls of Pharaoh the walls are narrow
And religion is like a prison for the seekers of wisdom
This be the dance of the graveyard, so do the spank with the dead zombie
Here comes the tanks of a Red Army, the real Jew is you
Jeremiah fourteen and two, The lost stribes of Hebrews
Ya hovered by the eagle, America is evil
Let no man deceive you, beat you, or mistreat you
The tribe of Edem, stole your freedom
And Edem means redneck, I'm throwin bullets in my Tech
Nah, I'm goin out like Joshua, with a pen, an army, and an apocalypse

[Chorus]

[Hell Razah]
I remember, The six doctors
That wanted to take my brain into a labortory
Destroy me, since birth my baby talk was psychic thoughts
Flashbacks, all the past blacks trapped in the present
Killing for dead presidents, where every ghetto residence
Is evidence, and the future, there will never be none
If we don't become, unity, or get them devil made guns
And leave them demons bleedings, give em back with tons of speeding bullets
Fuck your technology, it's trick-knowledgy
Telling lies to my vision, I was given, enough time
To master, the criminology and Mr. Pastor, teaching demonology
Words of dope knowledge, I demolish, evil men, with an easy win
When my thoughts are spaced out, come down to earth
The devil crawls, cuz he's lonely, jealous and a victim of the unholy ghost

[Chorus]

[7th Ambassador]
He listens to the cries in the distance
Of the next victim, wishin, that he had some assistance
And right before his eyes it appeared
Beware when the shadow caster, demon master's in the near
He blocked the true light from your sight
And transformed your brightest days, into your darkest nights
I had your blind man praised in the grave
Cause he feel the cross, that lays in the dirt
And think he's in the church, not even aware
That death is near, and he's one step from his grave
A naive mental slave if he had, his third eye sparked
He might of been scoping them demons that be lurking in the dark
Always keep your glowing eye open by knowing who your enemies be
I can see you but you can't see me
Escape from your chains like, Great Houdini
And dissapear, like a majestic genie, in midair, vanish, that's my advantage
And then I transform to a hurricane storm and rain holy water, for seven days
And seven nights, the chosen ones spark the light of the Sun
That's killing off villains by the ton, sealing all the doors to the Hells
Correct spells, that were cast on my peeps that were weak
Made to keep, my peeps in a deep sleep

[60 Second Assassin]
Behold! The angels out the heaven
Who professes a whole new rap, session reposessing the gossip
Back so black, better hand over your act, or trapped, to
Seven fifty three, who have received the law
By the dispositions of angels, and have not, kept it
Transgressed it, better burn your testaments
Ain't nothing changed niggaz is gettin arrested
Beat down like wrestling
On the count, of false impression, indiscretion
Advise em all with the glimpse, of a third eye
The silent sleep, and wicked
I working niggaz out like physics, I blast out from the heart
Of Brooklyn, like an arrow, just stick to my point
It's narrow, I shoot niggaz back, into the time
like Pharaoh, I smoke up on your brain, leave it
Burnt as Sahara, that leaves desert, with a rock storm
Leavin niggaz buried and putting them at Lou's lawn
Headquarters, of the Zu, what part wasn't reviewed
Or didn't you understand
I'm drillin niggaz back under the surface of the land

[Outro: Killah Priest]
Show the righteous man, stand in great loneliness
Before the face, of such that have afflicted him
And may no account of his labels
For they see it, they shall be troubled with terrible fear
And shall, be amazed at the strangeness of his salvation
So far beyond all they were looking for