Artist: Sunz of Man f/ Method Man
Album:  The Last Shall Be First
Song:   Next Up
Typed by: jobrush@suffolk.lib.ny.us, Tha Masta

[Intro: 60 Second Assassin, sample]
Now you know you gon' respect Allah
	"Well, I got some shit too, nigga!"
Yeah, nigga travel far
	"You respect my shit and I'll respect your's"
	"You respect my shit and I'll respect your's"
I traveled so far
	"You respect my shit and I'll respect your's"

[60 Second Assassin]
I chew on nigga's lyrics for a Mars bar
New era, plus I'm like raisin terror
So highly mechanized, a nigga died and measured
The inevitable, beyond the episode, this deadly technical
Scribes get revised in the time before celestial
No being or lyric ever hit precise, double sight
Take light, through the crypts at night
Spark pathetic brains and meteorite
Seven heaven verses the seven wonder, lyrics of thunder
As lightning strikes snakes out from under
Cloudy men drips, sinks Niles of fine mist
Worries startin to give, land for the tales out the crypt
Of the dark, dead senses, Gods of Heavenly business
Count Dracula told me how to find the eclipse
I leave your lip stitched, cause you couldnt mind your -- business
But when it came to this rap, you should've vacated the premises
Make way for a chilla, guerilla, down low killa
Gettin civil, next up?

[Prodigal Sunn]
Yo I believe thats me

[Hell Razah]
Aiyyo P get on the mic for the N.Y.C.

[Prodigal Sunn]
P attack you from the metronome
Catch you in your groove home alone
Blown wit the chrome, nigga
I'm grown to the bone
My title be known, cannibal, dynamical maestro
Sparked and fully hydro, my team of psychos
Sell it higher than the Eifel Towers
Seconds minutes led the hour, we contain the power
Spittin vowels, the Sunz captalize our's
They think we forget the dream
My aura sheens like morphine in your veins
Pastors saying can you and your crew, oooh stand the rain
Many men possess the gin in the jungle of sin
Deeper than, Sunn chosen others frozen
From the explosion, my opposition
Protect my team of demolitions, fuck competition
Keep em drinkin Benjin like some chicken heads on the ground
Bite the trey pound for foes that wanna get down
Me and my click sharpen the sound
Infiltrate the town town town

[60 Second Assassin]
Yo, Next up?

[Hell Razah]
I believe thats me

[60 Second Assassin]
Aiyyo Razah get on the mic for the N.Y.C.

[Hell Razah]
If I could chew glass to this, True Master shit check it
Hell Razah raised from the dead black Lazaris
Hittin ass to this on king-sized mattresses
Bust your gat to this, make sure you hold it accurate
John the Baptist disc, dip you wit the fish
Aladdin out the genie lamp grant you any wish
Trapped in the studio booth and told the truth
You better try a video shoot or get the boot
From BK to Beirut we shuttin down groups
Gatherin the loot while you mackin in a chicken coop
Duck duck goose tie him in a noose
Whats the use of havin your troops if you dont put them to use?
Y'all rappers couldnt blow if a windy storm produce
And sung a kiddie song and wore a Power Ranger suit
Salute the first fruit, King David birth root
Play the Earth's flute just before I execute
Next up?

[Method Man]
Yo I believe thats me

[Hell Razah]
Aiyyo Meth lock it down like L.A.P.D.

[Method Man]
While you proceed to cut the mustard, I cut the cheese
Mr. Freeze givin cold shoulders to MC's
The sickest of disease, Johnny Blaze at three hundred and sixty degrees
My PLO steez hits you from here to overseas
Guerillas in the mist swingin from the highest trees
Bombin enemies, see me in the global war being all that I can be
Camoflauge fatigue, hard headed major league
Got em under seige your battleship in sinkin
20,000 leagues beneath sea level
Adjust the treble on that thang thang get your shovel
Can you dig it? Keep talkin bout it while we live it
All day, every day a Billie Holiday
Lady sings the blues, get the street news
By the way have you heard crime pays?
Hit your block like that lava that burnt Pompei
Mega hot, in the melting pot, felt the shot
Around the world, we unstoppable like Juggernaut
Baby girl, armed and dangerous, street militia
I'll make you famous, gama-radiated verbals going through changes

[Outro: 60 Second Assassin]
Now you know you gon' respect Allah
	"Well, I got some shit too, nigga!"
	"You respect my shit and I'll respect your's"
	"You respect my shit and I'll respect your's"
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