| 歌曲 | Collaboration '98 |
| 歌手 | Sunz of Man |
| 专辑 | The Last Shall Be First |
| 作曲 : Harris, Ruff, Smith, Smith | |
| So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit | |
| Fuck the world, word up | |
| Sunz of man, method man, true mast', collabora-tion | |
| Chorus: | |
| Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs | |
| Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood | |
| Because is you down or are you down just because | |
| Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs | |
| Verse one: true master | |
| Yo, when you least expect is when we attack, in fact | |
| Your format, is not yet suitable for combat | |
| Still dissident factions within the kingdom | |
| Campaign desperate attempts to take your freedoms | |
| Emphatically, wack strategy, don't impress me | |
| Impulsiveness'll only bring you tragedy, test me | |
| Descent to the essence quickly, niggaz strictly flip | |
| Fuckin with this royal assembly, the sunz of man | |
| Summon me, chief administrator of the law | |
| True master in this hardcore art of war | |
| I explore the depths on conflict and with no pretense | |
| Found the best strategy the most impressive defense | |
| So when you rush to attack, it be i to crush your force | |
| And exhaust your whole supply | |
| Don't send for reinforcements, give orders for men to maintain | |
| They respective borders, or it's a god damn slaughter | |
| Verse two: method man | |
| Shots in the park, it be on after dark | |
| Hungry like the wolf when the beef starts to cook | |
| When push come to shove, we push through the club | |
| Pocket full of bud, baby armed with the snub | |
| Nosed i suppose, you get body-snatched when you doze | |
| Recognize your friends from your foes | |
| Or here lie, another one victimized | |
| Left for the fly, now what size is this? | |
| Nigga your size, and i would be much obliged | |
| To get a fatter piece of that pie | |
| Still got my eyes on the prize, and like gloria | |
| I will survive, at war with the warrior | |
| Hot with the rhyme.. pennies | |
| Turn the heat up, and bend me | |
| Prepare for the next milleni' | |
| I can't sleep, i'm in the shit knee deep | |
| In a race against time, beat your motherfuckin beat | |
| Hold your satellite son, i'm from where you from | |
| Same shit different slum, where we about to go | |
| Ain't no need for the gun, i treat you to a slice | |
| When we done, and all minds are one, yo | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: hell razah | |
| I be the rabbi watched by snake eyes as the playa hate rise | |
| New york state side to the west side | |
| Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here | |
| To palestine watch sunz of man climb | |
| I could tell a fake from a handshake for man's sake, the hidden truth | |
| I translate til the land quake | |
| I plan my escape on the good fan base | |
| Strictly satisfaction like the sunz of man tape | |
| No copy or biting off of what your man make | |
| It's 1998, get your own mindstate | |
| In 1999 write your own platinum rhymes | |
| Can you see my love even though we be with thugs? | |
| Yo, words and keyboards we please the lord | |
| Lyrics feed the poor, while the rich receive the sword | |
| Couldn't stay in one spot too long, split in fours | |
| Told the truth before tours, four artists four doors | |
| I rock the concert til my arm hurt, doin god's work | |
| While you star search, i take your mind to mars' dirt | |
| Uhh, what | |
| I said, can you see my love even though we be with thugs? | |
| Verse four: prodigal sunn | |
| This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom | |
| Prodigal ? the love islam keeps me calm | |
| From doing you harm, when i attack, it's vietnam | |
| Through cd-rom, the mega bomb severs the ice in your charm | |
| Too late for salaam, slugs rip through your arm | |
| Double lead arm supreme head some fled from the bloodshed | |
| Painting many in red, leavin iranians dead | |
| ? , hangin fast on they deathbed | |
| Out the window, lyrics flow like hot chemicals | |
| Burning competitors, from they ears to they asshole | |
| You wanna battle, i seperate your adam's apple | |
| Crack your skully with a snapple bottle, on the apollo | |
| Can you read black, ease back, we bleed tracks | |
| Breeze through facts, contacts smack your wolfpack | |
| Chorus | |
| [johnny blaze] | |
| Hold your satellite son, i'm from where you from | |
| Same shit different slum, where we about to go | |
| Ain't no need for the gun, i treat you to a slice | |
| When we done, and all minds are one, men from the sun |
| zuò qǔ : Harris, Ruff, Smith, Smith | |
| So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit | |
| Fuck the world, word up | |
| Sunz of man, method man, true mast', collaboration | |
| Chorus: | |
| Can' t you see my love even though we be with thugs | |
| Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood | |
| Because is you down or are you down just because | |
| Can' t you see my love even though we be with thugs | |
| Verse one: true master | |
| Yo, when you least expect is when we attack, in fact | |
| Your format, is not yet suitable for combat | |
| Still dissident factions within the kingdom | |
| Campaign desperate attempts to take your freedoms | |
| Emphatically, wack strategy, don' t impress me | |
| Impulsiveness' ll only bring you tragedy, test me | |
| Descent to the essence quickly, niggaz strictly flip | |
| Fuckin with this royal assembly, the sunz of man | |
| Summon me, chief administrator of the law | |
| True master in this hardcore art of war | |
| I explore the depths on conflict and with no pretense | |
| Found the best strategy the most impressive defense | |
| So when you rush to attack, it be i to crush your force | |
| And exhaust your whole supply | |
| Don' t send for reinforcements, give orders for men to maintain | |
| They respective borders, or it' s a god damn slaughter | |
| Verse two: method man | |
| Shots in the park, it be on after dark | |
| Hungry like the wolf when the beef starts to cook | |
| When push come to shove, we push through the club | |
| Pocket full of bud, baby armed with the snub | |
| Nosed i suppose, you get bodysnatched when you doze | |
| Recognize your friends from your foes | |
| Or here lie, another one victimized | |
| Left for the fly, now what size is this? | |
| Nigga your size, and i would be much obliged | |
| To get a fatter piece of that pie | |
| Still got my eyes on the prize, and like gloria | |
| I will survive, at war with the warrior | |
| Hot with the rhyme.. pennies | |
| Turn the heat up, and bend me | |
| Prepare for the next milleni' | |
| I can' t sleep, i' m in the shit knee deep | |
| In a race against time, beat your motherfuckin beat | |
| Hold your satellite son, i' m from where you from | |
| Same shit different slum, where we about to go | |
| Ain' t no need for the gun, i treat you to a slice | |
| When we done, and all minds are one, yo | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: hell razah | |
| I be the rabbi watched by snake eyes as the playa hate rise | |
| New york state side to the west side | |
| Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here | |
| To palestine watch sunz of man climb | |
| I could tell a fake from a handshake for man' s sake, the hidden truth | |
| I translate til the land quake | |
| I plan my escape on the good fan base | |
| Strictly satisfaction like the sunz of man tape | |
| No copy or biting off of what your man make | |
| It' s 1998, get your own mindstate | |
| In 1999 write your own platinum rhymes | |
| Can you see my love even though we be with thugs? | |
| Yo, words and keyboards we please the lord | |
| Lyrics feed the poor, while the rich receive the sword | |
| Couldn' t stay in one spot too long, split in fours | |
| Told the truth before tours, four artists four doors | |
| I rock the concert til my arm hurt, doin god' s work | |
| While you star search, i take your mind to mars' dirt | |
| Uhh, what | |
| I said, can you see my love even though we be with thugs? | |
| Verse four: prodigal sunn | |
| This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom | |
| Prodigal ? the love islam keeps me calm | |
| From doing you harm, when i attack, it' s vietnam | |
| Through cdrom, the mega bomb severs the ice in your charm | |
| Too late for salaam, slugs rip through your arm | |
| Double lead arm supreme head some fled from the bloodshed | |
| Painting many in red, leavin iranians dead | |
| ? , hangin fast on they deathbed | |
| Out the window, lyrics flow like hot chemicals | |
| Burning competitors, from they ears to they asshole | |
| You wanna battle, i seperate your adam' s apple | |
| Crack your skully with a snapple bottle, on the apollo | |
| Can you read black, ease back, we bleed tracks | |
| Breeze through facts, contacts smack your wolfpack | |
| Chorus | |
| johnny blaze | |
| Hold your satellite son, i' m from where you from | |
| Same shit different slum, where we about to go | |
| Ain' t no need for the gun, i treat you to a slice | |
| When we done, and all minds are one, men from the sun |