Artist: Sunz of Man f/ Traybag
Album:  The Last Shall Be First
Song:   Natural High
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Killah Priest]
In The Beginning, no different from the ending
It's Killah Priest, the Iron Sheik from the middle east
Lacing it, Sunz of Man, you know what I'm sayin?
Big Moe up in the house
Tai Chi and Dreddy Kruger representin

[Chorus 2X: Traybag (Hell Razah)]
We make that music, that moves your body (natural high, natural high)
We make that music, that moves your body (natural high, natural high)
We got the fire, that gets you higher (natural high, natural high)
We got the fire, that gets you higher (natural high, natural high)

[Killah Priest]
Roamin in the 4Runner all summer
Laid back, state maps and eight-tracks
Its great that, I laugh at competition
I'm champion, nigga, I can't be sunned
Check the royal posture, by the way where's my Oscar?
Crack your legs like a lobster, break your arms
Beat you to death, snap your neck
Crack your chest, lay you to rest, then confess
I judge wisely, all spies, tryin to size me
If you phony, I leave you lonely with your Sony
Headphones, layin stiff in the dead zone

[Hell Razah]
In the dead zone they lay, came Nostradamos
With Golden Arm-ents, teachin hartlets
That be strippin for they garments
Searchin for a broken promise, regardless though
You God-less, I still feed you full for your conscience
Red Ant now launches, rockets
From Red Hook Projects, come to street
Profit a Lisha, to fish ya, roll wit a militia
Mr. Military Nat, roll with a team of Jim Kelly's
Send my hoes to your telly
Sprayin holes through your belly, you ain't ready
For the deadly, Jet Li, MC
There ain't a school boy to test me
East coast to Wesley Snipe
Those who stress me, we strike
Fuck it we could fight, fight, fight, fight

[Chorus]

[Prodigal Sunn]
A young king at the age of fifteen, caught up in things
The golden Scorpio, sportin material diamond rings
Physical, historical, mystical, shinin crystal-like
Stackin, packin pistols, FA and they Rock the crystal back
To Crown Heights, where the fiends get high
Cross Atlantic avenue, on down through the Stuy
What we do or die Unite the Kingdom
Multiply, I sick of seein his mother's cry
It's time to purify

[Traybag]
Like an Alaskan breeze, I blow through your April's
Stuck to your mentals like thumb-tacks and staples
Been to temples, learned Egyptian time-tables
My trademark on labels and biblic-oohs from mavels
Gives life to trapped ex-cons and expedites
You can't escape my prison, I'ma livin Israelite
Killin more trabatites and build my paradise
Green grass grows, the White House is wiped out
Keep your red meat, I'll be fishin for trout
That means I'm the mouse, I'll figure my way out
Pinky and the Brain had to find another house
Wherabouts, go walk and frolic in the forest
Next time you lie, think about bein honest
I bomb this

[Hell Razah]
We kill with calmness, words come forth like ya savior
A wicked man's Heaven is the Hell for the Razah
Raised up in Brooklyn, two decades of meetin slaves
From Grenada to the grave, from the cradle to the cage
State-pens be like play-pens, the government enslavement
Inside a science project with no escapin, unless
They die for us, you for the CREAM so you lie for it
While other thieves already spy for it
I watch snake eyes everywhere around me
Devils try to drown me in the water
And the town built for slaughter
Without order you got chaos, player haters
Who play us, death-bed layers, who forgot to pay us
Now they, covered up with layers
It's too deep for you rap duplicators
Who's packs be betrayers

[Chorus to fade]