Artist: Sunz of Man f/ Father Lord, Timbo King Album: Signs of the Time (S) Song: Signs of the Time Typed by: Tha Masta, Cno Evil [Intro: Killah Priest w/ 60 Sec. harmonizing] As the days go by, as the days go by The Signs of the Time, as the days go by The Signs of the, the Signs of the Time As the days go by, the Signs of the Time As the days, as the days go by As the days.. [Killah Priest] Electrical turban, begin swervin across the urban Astral observin, with the eyes of a Persian Over landmarks, sparked by parts of ya conscious Beyond stress, with no boundaries Wearin crowns and holdin keep for the brown seeds Passin sight, sound, speed, light, air and water My aura shines like a quarter, am I Almost There? Peeps need me, on and on, on and on, on an on.. Order a round for em, I re-bore a mighty unicorn Mark of the Bible, Killah Priest really is here The cup of life, I'm Almost There My pins flare, pin stripes, spiritual insight I grab the pen tight, then write All praises due.. [Chorus x4: Killah Priest w/ 60 Sec harmonizing] The Signs of the Time got me driftin, driftin As the days go by, as the days go by [Prodigal Sunn] Through Godly common sense, I condense frustated anger From the basement of my mind, advocate rhymes through the end of time Mentally I meditate bars, watch em explode Redeemer of soul, Sunz of Man lace the globe On the journey to the rule of infinity Masculinity shapes my chemistry and shields my identity See the strength I contain, identical to chemicals Puncture your temple causin static in your mental Thoughts are eternal, ignite the pages in my journal Invade the planet with seven criminals, eleven bandits [Chorus x4: Prodigal Sunn] [Father Lord] Black opium, the emperor's thought be my treasure On a journey with miraculous sight, be my pleasure Diamond dust enough when the twelve tree bust A Father shamed in rain and the sour of disgust Wu Chi and I give the three to understand it A man who sticks his hands through stone to slip planets He ain't in any martialist schools but I'm an Abbott Use a piece wrapped in platinum, a fleece before the Captain [Timbo King] I walk a righteous path through these wicked narrow streets It's the 21st century, Allah against the beast Fuck a lease, I'm owning properties, over seas From the coast of Great Britain to the hills of Italy I'm the ebony Universal King adding degrees To this current, I take your unholy scriptures and then I burn it Slap the reverend, impeach the deacon With a cloak through his throat, for preaching [Chorus x4: Killah Priest] [Outro: Father Lord (repeated to fade)] The fool who don't know nothing is a man who's out of his sight