| Song | The Sun God |
| Artist | Hi-Tek |
| Artist | Common |
| Artist | Vinia Mojica |
| Album | Hi-Teknology |
| 作曲 : Cottrell, Lynn, Mojica | |
| Common... Common... | |
| {Common} | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Hi-Tek | |
| {Verse One} | |
| Free the rhyme or risk a dig into a deep sound abyss | |
| Unit in the stash the beats and never found the shit | |
| Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched | |
| Cats ask about my stitch, to me they soundin bitch | |
| In my sounds the glitch of hatred, for cats who ain't make it | |
| I'ma give it, as far as you can take it | |
| Tried to take the safe way, told you there's a gateway to skinny | |
| Many can find it but few can climb it | |
| I'm open-minded like a pothead | |
| Doin what I gotta do to keep the spot fed | |
| In the climate, of locked dreads, corn-rows, torn souls | |
| Worn hoes, who been molested by they uncle | |
| I bundle, amongst you cold mother-uckers | |
| The world is bitter, like baby mothers | |
| Look how far El Dorados and wine bottles drug us | |
| Least God and the sun love us, it's the Sun God | |
| {Verse Two} | |
| Everywhere is broken glass | |
| Nephews smokin squares, nieces smokin grass | |
| Try not to say shoot around my daughter she already know to blast | |
| Catchin the future, don't know who threw the past | |
| It's the, year of the snake and the hidden dragon | |
| Niggaz is fake like bitches braggin | |
| Listen to the ocean and the stars, keep my vision in motion | |
| In motion like cars | |
| I'm down to Earth, at times I feel closer to Mars | |
| The world is yours, I'm hopin it's ours | |
| Some say the Gods is crazy, I see God in our babies | |
| Child of the sun, I allowed it to raise me | |
| (.. from a distance) niggaz tried to appraise me | |
| I'm hard to read like graffiti so it don't phase me | |
| My days be spent, behind dream's tent | |
| Through the sun the divine being is sent | |
| It's the Sun God | |
| {Verse Three} | |
| Letters from prison sayin we need a better religion | |
| I'm a rebel that listens from a eighty-seven position | |
| I can't crystalize the mission lies within | |
| Born to die even in death we begin | |
| It's heavy 'jo learnin what we already know | |
| and carry low swing on a chariot slow | |
| Brothers stick though remindin me of revolution | |
| If the drama comes I'ma have to uhh pop his gun | |
| It's the Sun God, yeah |
| zuò qǔ : Cottrell, Lynn, Mojica | |
| Common... Common... | |
| Common | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| HiTek | |
| Verse One | |
| Free the rhyme or risk a dig into a deep sound abyss | |
| Unit in the stash the beats and never found the shit | |
| Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched | |
| Cats ask about my stitch, to me they soundin bitch | |
| In my sounds the glitch of hatred, for cats who ain' t make it | |
| I' ma give it, as far as you can take it | |
| Tried to take the safe way, told you there' s a gateway to skinny | |
| Many can find it but few can climb it | |
| I' m openminded like a pothead | |
| Doin what I gotta do to keep the spot fed | |
| In the climate, of locked dreads, cornrows, torn souls | |
| Worn hoes, who been molested by they uncle | |
| I bundle, amongst you cold motheruckers | |
| The world is bitter, like baby mothers | |
| Look how far El Dorados and wine bottles drug us | |
| Least God and the sun love us, it' s the Sun God | |
| Verse Two | |
| Everywhere is broken glass | |
| Nephews smokin squares, nieces smokin grass | |
| Try not to say shoot around my daughter she already know to blast | |
| Catchin the future, don' t know who threw the past | |
| It' s the, year of the snake and the hidden dragon | |
| Niggaz is fake like bitches braggin | |
| Listen to the ocean and the stars, keep my vision in motion | |
| In motion like cars | |
| I' m down to Earth, at times I feel closer to Mars | |
| The world is yours, I' m hopin it' s ours | |
| Some say the Gods is crazy, I see God in our babies | |
| Child of the sun, I allowed it to raise me | |
| .. from a distance niggaz tried to appraise me | |
| I' m hard to read like graffiti so it don' t phase me | |
| My days be spent, behind dream' s tent | |
| Through the sun the divine being is sent | |
| It' s the Sun God | |
| Verse Three | |
| Letters from prison sayin we need a better religion | |
| I' m a rebel that listens from a eightyseven position | |
| I can' t crystalize the mission lies within | |
| Born to die even in death we begin | |
| It' s heavy ' jo learnin what we already know | |
| and carry low swing on a chariot slow | |
| Brothers stick though remindin me of revolution | |
| If the drama comes I' ma have to uhh pop his gun | |
| It' s the Sun God, yeah |