4th Disciple - The Plan lyrics

[Chorus: Ann Peebles (sample)] You think you got it all set up You think you got the perfect plan You think you got it all set up You think you got the perfect plan [Verse 1: Hell Razah] We break your plans up, Sunz of Man, what? Throw your hands up Stand up soldierly, enemies close to me The president shipping coke to me The same one that threw a rope on me Pick on dead brains like the vultures be Build like construction, bring plans destruction Malfunction your internet with intellect There's doors in the Sunz of Mansion you ain't enter yet b**by trap you like Solomon's Temple Caught you tryna steal a j**el out my mental Who sent you? Devils drive your soul like a rental The hell what we been through Ssince we stopped speaking Hebrew We got robbed, stuck up with needles Be careful they need you, they plan to delete you My seeds soon'll lead you, it's good versus evil [Chorus] [Verse 2: 60 Second Assa**in] Undollar, black power to destroy the real McCoy We off the roof, oh yeah One hundred proof, my plans Sunz got it locked up, oh yeah Chase begin with Vodka, oh yeah Sunz of Man, could stop us, the plan Set up perfect why flop us, my man It be me and you, oh yeah Down by the river, oh yeah Without guns and triggers, Wu man Sunz plan is perfect, don't dare Think what I know when the nine ran To the eight to the nine to the two G's Never plan to fail, never fail to plan [Chorus] [Verse 3: k**ah Priest] Sleeping on Persians, we used to wear turbans Daughters were virgins, gold slippers, now they go-go strippers who can't hold they liquor, they fight and bicker Gossip throughout the projects, no logic Jobless, digging out garbage, no welfare with no health care The pain is felt here They deceive Eve with TV's Turned her into a species, won't feed the seed The government raise the rent Birth control pills, we owe mills The black man and the black woman can't get along Because Ricki Lake is on with two horns Let's take it back to the applejacks hat Before they shackled blacks We was above things, we was supreme Now we drug fiends Shooting dope in our bloodstreams, we love cream We love dreams, when their feet are soft Coming up to me with three fourths, tryna get the freak off But you know Priest thoughts, if knowledge is a free course Keep your knees crossed I can see fork tongue taught when I was young by the older Brush it off our shoulders [Chorus] [Verse 4: Hell Razah] This plan ain't written we be living it Wisdom flow ocean leak to deep to swim in it Women, Lil' Kim and them instead of being militant Be feminine, you guilty or innocent? [Verse 5: 60 Second Assa**in] Rap black internationalist, n***as k** me with that old fashion shh Claiming buy this, they ain't real with they topics Claiming worldly knowledge, you get tossed like the Thoma**es It is a promise, kid, your English will get buff and Based on like David then Rufffin Your whole majors is frontin, tripling your front loot So why y'all still thieving from the Sunz of Man independent group? Information must be leaking out my faucet True, out the blue and still ain't nothing new In the Sunz whipping, even as it was written, as it was written [Ann Peebles (sampled)] You think you got it all setup [Verse 6: Prodigal Sunn] Interception of your production, self-destruction of the Sun Of Man Never thought the alien, would eventually make grands Hand in hand, peace to black man, woman, and child Juveniles rock the poor, dedicated to Rikers Isle The young peace and liberated, some deceased or separated Non-educated, rated out-dated, they never made it Swift wisdom precision, Islam my definition The coalition make solid brolic wise decision Snakes missing the fiction, out of jurisdiction Too late to listen, I watch you burn my competition [Chorus] [Outro: 60 Second Assa**in] I'm your father, I'm your daddy, I'm your brother Asiatic, I'm your doctor, when you bleed From h**n, teach your seeds What they need, is true knowledge From the tree, to be free I'm your Sun of Man, I'm your Sun of Man