The Law

Now children go, where I send they

Now how should I send Allah?

I'm gon' send the, Killah Priest

Through the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send the

Bethlehem, Bethlehem

Through the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send the

A rough mirror

On the frontier for a year

Those with the ear, let them hear

I ride the camel, wearing golden sandals

A golden shield, for a force field

Silver spear, jasper

Armor, flooded with the onyx

Silk garment, a silver cake

A nickel plate breastplate

A golden helmet, a purple robe clothed with the velvet

Pulling my diamond sword from your pelvis

Collar shining like Elvis

Studded gloves, a golden club

Roll out the white rug

I'm above, show your love for the general

Badge made of emerald

Never ending jewels

Attending school of thoughts

Red curtains, white turbans

Purple silk, blue quilt

Sipping soy milk, as the scales tilt

Holy tablets, made from the Abbot's finest fabrics

Crystal glass, gold rims, flooded with gems

The Sun of Shem sing me hymns

Enjoy the royal smell, golden bells

King Solomon spells, holy veils

Instruments of excellence, new testaments

The anointed, flamboyant

Rap for your enjoyment

Now children go, where I send they

Now how should I send Allah?

I'm gon' send the Prodigal Sun

Through the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send the

Bethlehem, Bethlehem

Through the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send the

Through the Sunz of Man

Another condition, critical, political, analytical

Controversial, diversal, verbal

Daily rehearsal, my aura, presidential

Essential temple mental for life

I born supreme knowledge to make the wisdom my wife

No time for strife, the Priest releasing through the mic device

You better think twice, precise, or get crushed like ice

Ever since I've been an MC, never knew nothing to be for free

The recipe consist of space, time, and energy

Physical isolation escaping

Revelation, ever since creation

I see the slaves in my nation

Came to make a change

Live by my name, sustain the grain

Consider strange deranged

Even insane in the brain, I felt the strain of pain

From the migraines and blood stains

Now I know the game

And only a few stay the same

Now children go, where I send they

Now how should I send Allah?

I'm gon' send the Heaven, the Hell Raz'

Through the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send the

Brooklyn, Bethlehem, Bethlehem

Through the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send the

Bethlehem, Bethlehem

What up Sun?

Nothing but clouds and the UFO's

What's going down, nothing but souls as we open scrolls

I was born as a grandson of man from Abraham

Brooklyn was my Bethlehem, I bless the land

Where children keep a gun in hand

Misunderstand my plan, you drown in the quicksand

Head wrapped like Arabs from Iran

We crash clubs, black blood shed for money love

Backstabbers hugs, little kids follow thugs

Selling drugs, unlawful marriages, miscarriages

Savages living fabulous, building drug palaces

Players play, until that day of repentance

A one way entrance, a death to life sentence

I'm like a banker, when I bank I raise my interest

Hell Razah, I come with prophecies, mission is possibly

Animosity, keep you watching me

The Golden Owl, you approach, I'll make your coach throw in the towel

Using consonants and vowels

Precious jewels, stress them fools

Drop the tools, start repenting

Now go where I sent him

Now children go, where I send they

How should I send Allah?

I'm gon' send the one by one

One was the itty bitty baby

Two was the Pole and the South Pole

Three was the Hebrew children

Four was the Sunz standing at the door

Three was the Hebrew children

Two was the Pole and the South Pole

One was the itty bitty baby

Wrapped all in that, a manger

Now what you gon' name that stranger that's born?

Born as the Sunz of Man

You, and you, you

The Sunz of Man want you

You, and you, and you

Sunz of Man drop jewels

You, and you

First, to make the Sunz shit work