Illusions
Intriguing to the ear but bitter to the heart
as I begin to take part in the art of dart throwing
starring the Wu-Tang swordsman
raindrops fall, the block remains hot
steam rises from the street which forms the clouds that I move through
renew my stainless sword style
Allah has spoken, the golden
code of silence has been broken
Mic terrorist shrewd, rude, wickedness improves
as I ascend and expand; extend, I save men
fall from grace trying to trace the origin
but there's no beginning or end to the lifeline
Sunz of Man forever shine through the mic line