Collaboration
Sunz of Man Lyrics


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[Johnny Blaze]
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: Prodigal Sunn]

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 to hittin 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 sore
Couldn't stay in one spot too long, split in fours
Told the truth the four tours brought 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: Hell Razah]

This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom
? of 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 separate 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

Overall Meaning

The song "Collaboration" by Sunz of Man featuring Method Man, True Master, Prodigal Sunn, and Hell Razah is a lyrically complex track that touches on topics such as loyalty, combat, and the rap industry. The chorus of the song asks the question, can you see my love even though we are with thugs, which suggests that the artists are misunderstood and judged unfairly because of their affiliation with certain groups.


True Master speaks about the art of combat and conflict, stating that he is the Chief Administrator of the Law and has found the best strategy for defense. Method Man's verse speaks about the harsh realities of the rap industry, claiming that he is "in the shit knee deep," but still hopes to achieve success. Prodigal Sunn's verse asserts his individuality and warns against copying others' work, while Hell Razah's verse speaks about the violence associated with his lifestyle and emphasizes his lyrical abilities.


One of the most intriguing aspects of the song is the collaboration between four different artists, each with their own unique style and perspective. The song is a part of Sunz of Man's debut album, "The Last Shall Be First," which was released in 1998 under Wu-Tang Records. The song samples a drum break from the song "Give Me Your Love" by Curtis Mayfield. "Collaboration" received positive reviews from critics and is considered a standout track on the album.


Line by Line Meaning

So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit
We smoke cigarettes and weed and enjoy it.


Fuck the world, word up
We don't care about the world.


Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast', collabora-tion
We, Sunz of Man, Method Man, and True Mast', are collaborating.


Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
Even though we are with people who are violent, you should see our love.


Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
Some people resort to violent means to obtain food.


Because is you down or are you down just because
Are you down with us because you genuinely support us or just because?


Yo, when you least expect is when we attack, in fact
We attack unexpectedly.


Your format, is not yet suitable for combat
Your style is not ready for battle.


Still dissident factions within the Kingdom
There are still groups that do not agree within our group.


Campaign desperate attempts to take your freedoms
Some people try to take away our freedom.


Emphatically, wack strategy, don't impress me
A bad strategy does not impress me.


Impulsiveness'll only bring you tragedy, test me
Being impulsive will only lead to tragedy, so don't test me.


Descent to the essence quickly, niggaz strictly flip
We quickly get to the heart of the matter.


Fuckin with this royal assembly, the Sunz of Man
Don't mess with us, the Sunz of Man.


Summon me, Chief Administrator of the Law
I am the leader and enforcer of the law.


True Master in this hardcore Art of War
I am skilled in the art of war.


I explore the depths on conflict and with no pretense
I fully understand conflict without any false claims.


Found the best strategy the most impressive defense
I found the best strategy for the most impressive defense.


So when you rush to attack, it be I to crush your force
When you attack, I will be the one to crush your force.


And exhaust your whole supply
I will use up all of your resources.


Don't send for reinforcements, give orders for men to maintain they respective borders, or it's a God damn slaughter
Don't try to get reinforcements, just give orders for your men to maintain their borders, or they will be slaughtered.


Shots in the park, it be on after dark
Violence can happen anywhere, even in the park at night.


Hungry like the Wolf when the beef starts to cook
We are eager to fight in a beef situation.


When push come to shove, we push through the club
When we face a tough situation, we push through it with ease.


Pocket full of bud, baby armed with the snub
We have weed and are armed with guns.


Nosed I suppose, you get body-snatched when you doze
You will get attacked if you're not careful.


Recognize your friends from your foes
You need to know who your friends and enemies are.


Or here lie, another one victimized
Or another victim lies here.


Left for The Fly, now what size is this?
Now what kind of situation is this?


Nigga your size, and I would be much obliged to get a fatter piece of that pie
I want a bigger piece of the pie.


Still got my Eyes on the Prize, and like Gloria, I will survive
I'm focused on achieving my goals and will keep on surviving.


At war with the warrior
I am fighting against someone who is a skilled fighter.


Hot with the rhyme.. pennies
We're good at rapping, but not making a lot of money.


Turn the heat up, and bend me
We turn up the heat and get more intense.


Prepare for the next milleni'
Get ready for the next millennium.


I can't sleep, I'm in the shit knee deep
I can't sleep, I'm over my head in this situation.


In a race against time, beat your motherfuckin beat
We are in a hurry and have to move fast.


I treat you to a slice when we done, and all minds are one, yo
I'll buy you a pizza when everything is said and done and we're all on the same page.


I be the Rabbi watched by snake eyes as the playa hate rise
I am a religious figure being watched by people who do not like me.


New York state side to the West side
From New York to the West Coast.


Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here to Palestine watch Sunz of Man climb
Don't care about the best rappers, respect us and watch us grow.


I could tell a fake from a handshake
I can tell when someone is lying just by shaking their hand.


For man's sake to hittin truth
We need to find truth for the sake of humanity.


I translate til the land quake
I translate until the earth shakes.


I plan my escape on the good fan base
I have a plan and a good fan base to support me.


No copy or biting off of what your man make
Don't copy or steal what someone else does.


It's 1998, get your own mindstate
It's the year 1998, so get your own mindset.


In 1999 write your own platinum rhymes
In 1999, write your own successful lyrics.


Yo, words and keyboards we please the Lord
We please God with our music and words.


Lyrics feed the poor, while the rich receive the sore
Our lyrics help the poor, while the rich suffer.


Couldn't stay in one spot too long, split in fours
We have to keep moving and exploring.


Told the truth the four tours brought artists four doors
We spoke the truth and it led us to success.


I rock the concert til my arm hurt, doin God's work
I perform at concerts until I exhaust myself, doing God's work.


While you Star Search, I take your mind to Mars' dirt
While you focus on making it big, I focus on more important things.


This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom
This music and beat improve my knowledge and intelligence.


? of Islam, keeps me calm
My religion keeps me level-headed.


From doing you harm, when I attack, it's Vietnam
I won't hurt you unless you provoke me, and when I attack, it's like Vietnam.


Through CD-ROM, the mega bomb severs the ice in your charm
Our music, like a bomb, changes people's attitudes and beliefs.


Too late for Salaam, slugs rip through your arm
It's too late for peace, violence has erupted.


Double lead arm supreme head some fled from the bloodshed
We are powerful and some people have fled from our violence.


Painting many in red, leavin Iranians dead
Our violence has resulted in many deaths and injuries.


? , hangin fast on they deathbed
Hanging on to life by a thread.


Out the window, lyrics flow like hot chemicals
Our lyrics are powerful and intense.


Burning competitors, from they ears to they asshole
We destroy our competition both physically and emotionally.


You wanna battle, I separate your Adam's Apple
If you want to fight me, I'll hurt you badly.


Crack your skully with a Snapple bottle, on the Apollo
I'll hit you with a Snapple bottle and hurt you onstage.


Can you read black, ease back, we bleed tracks
Can you understand our lyrics? Relax and listen to our music.


Breeze through facts, contacts smack your wolfpack
I breeze through the facts and my connections will take down your group.


Hold your satellite Son, I'm from where you from
Hey man, we're from the same place.


Same shit different slum, where we about to go
Same old stuff in a different area, where are we headed?


Ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice
No need for violence, let's have food together.


When we done, and all minds are one, men from the Sun
When we're finished, we'll be unified as members of the Sunz of Man.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: HARRIS, CH. SMITH, CLIFFORD SMITH, V. RUFF

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