Artist: Sunz of Man f/ Dreddy Kruger
Album:  The Last Shall Be First
Song:   Inmates to the Fire
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Prodigal Sunn]
Sunz Of Man got rhymes for days, word up,
Faggot ass mc's, MC's is fuckin' garbage
Spittin' out garbage rhymes, faggot ass mc's
Word up, slap the shit outta you motherfucker
Tonight, tonight

[Chorus x2: Prodigal Sunn]
Tonight is the night that you will lose the fight
I think you'd better think twice
Before you touch that mic
You could lose your life
When you fuck with the right
Tryin' to bite, you get blasted with the pipe

[Prodigal Sunn]
It's one of the members of the round table
The Sunz Of Man generate light
The third knight from the Concentration Camp
Burnin' like a gas lamp
I came equiped with the globe as my wardrobe
Fully-armored, seven soldiers from the look-out
Jeffrey Dahmer, speakin' a ministry
Combined with terminology, fuck the industry
Cause on the top is where I'm soon to be
The holy scam connect with the Royal Fam
With RZA, we ignite the jam, fuck you and your Uncle Sam
Never gave a damn for the fake and the phony; stranded
My understandin' strikes the dope fiends like a cannon
You ask the question, why, tell me, can you testify?
Justify against the high, nigga I maybe do or die
My mindstate, magnifies all lies
And for the spy, I keep em searchin' for the alibi

[Hell Razah]
We goin' gold D, The one and only, sharper than Shinobi
N-Y-O-B, kid your nosey, hittin' on my hoes is for old D's
You know me, gotta roll trees, rolly poley, behold we
Scorin' mass points off your goalie, you try cock blocks, stoppin' slowly
Ain't no way to control me, when I'm comin' for that trophy
From buildin' my diamonds like the carots in jakobe's
The unholy; government reports don't assume me
Aiyo light the trees, pass the fire cuz a lot of force Frank Sinatras
Singin' about street opera's, dead gun to be
Wanna-be Al Pachino's and Danny Devito's
Dressed in tuxedos, gamblin' their lives to gambinos
The blood suck the poor like mosquitos

[60 Second Assassin]
Streets of fire, the one man riot
Hired 60 Second 'ssassin, in rap retirin' thugs
Who bug, when they new they should of ducked
Fiendin' to be a king for it, yo with mine I'mma pull your front
Sendin' brains down today, you couldn't withstand megaplanes
Should of told me, please, yo ass insane
I beat heads in, with lesson, consider it a blessin'
Your next step, only peace that you rest in
Or should I say rest in peace?
Then respectivly knock off your feet without a store
We gon' peep another example, shitty diaper in the hamper
Rhymes are Armed and Hammer, I'm cleanin' stains at random
Takin best to the cleaners, 60 Second gia
Quotin' in five minutes, I'll be five g's richer
Uh no need to put your money up, the only run up
Fuckin' with Sunz of Man, you're gonna go ahead and get bankrupt

[Outro: Dreddy Kruger (Prodigal Sunn)]
{*60 Second Assassin "Aww"ing in the background*}
Yeah thats right
Sunz Of Man will wax that ass for free, or fee
Know what I'm sayin'? (We got rhyme for days)
Yeah, Can't fuck with this shit, (word up)
Straight from Medina 7-1-8, (Straight off the mothafuckin' block)
Yeah, (Franklin Avenue)
Red Hook, (word up Nostrand Avenue)
Bushwick, (Bedstuy)
Brownsville (Crown Heights)
Yeah, (All Over Brooklyn)
All of my rap niggas, all the niggas ready to hear the truth,
Show improve time God, (Word up)
Yeah, (Word up)
(Think about crossin' this right here, the sun light)
Yeah, We buildin' a foundation
(MC's cant fuck with us, you might lose the fight)
(You will lose the fight, We got rhyme for days, We got rhyme for days)
(Competition, better retire . . .)
Days to decades, days to decades, as you ask for fame
(Or become; a inmate to my fire, get burnt in the fire)