Lirik Lagu Death Be The Penalty - Shabazz The Disciple
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Intro:
YeahThe once lost disciples now foundBound together forever
Verse One:
As I embellish mentally I nourishResuscitate a mindstate that has perished you shall inherithis blood I require back to Earthwe rise out of spiritual darkness six thousand year curseThe lost disciples bound to the midst of thebottomless pit trapped behind the gates of the wicked wildernessI hear the sound of the trumpets, blowing across the heavensIt's calm -- prepare, for the storm, of the sevenShabazz, the Disciple, the holy, exalterCondemning those, who sacrificin, babies on the altarI hear the cries of innocent black babies who are abortedand unmercifully slaughteredLoud screams echo, skulls of angry slavesturning over in their gravesThe white sheets are like white flags, you need to wave itTo the soldier, of the Lord, the warrior King DavidI come to kill and crucify, those who trick and lieIn the eyes, of the most, highThe pale-face, devil race, caucasoid germGrafted, from original, black man's spermThin-blooded weak, grafted-brain punkYour power's a third of mine, you drunk funky skunkHow dare you use Jesus name to shell your filthy religionMy tongue be the sword, to slash you with precisionThe justice system is his, the court'll only acquit himAnd eighty-five percent of y'all are going to hell with himThe walls of hell, are closing in, disciples, we rose againthe Sunz of Man, chosen menLike lightning, striking, from the EastThe Holy Psychiatrist, 4th Disciple, and Killah PriestUnlimited volts, of energy, striking, the enemyThe righteous vicinity, death be the penalty
YeahThe once lost disciples now foundBound together forever
Verse One:
As I embellish mentally I nourishResuscitate a mindstate that has perished you shall inherithis blood I require back to Earthwe rise out of spiritual darkness six thousand year curseThe lost disciples bound to the midst of thebottomless pit trapped behind the gates of the wicked wildernessI hear the sound of the trumpets, blowing across the heavensIt's calm -- prepare, for the storm, of the sevenShabazz, the Disciple, the holy, exalterCondemning those, who sacrificin, babies on the altarI hear the cries of innocent black babies who are abortedand unmercifully slaughteredLoud screams echo, skulls of angry slavesturning over in their gravesThe white sheets are like white flags, you need to wave itTo the soldier, of the Lord, the warrior King DavidI come to kill and crucify, those who trick and lieIn the eyes, of the most, highThe pale-face, devil race, caucasoid germGrafted, from original, black man's spermThin-blooded weak, grafted-brain punkYour power's a third of mine, you drunk funky skunkHow dare you use Jesus name to shell your filthy religionMy tongue be the sword, to slash you with precisionThe justice system is his, the court'll only acquit himAnd eighty-five percent of y'all are going to hell with himThe walls of hell, are closing in, disciples, we rose againthe Sunz of Man, chosen menLike lightning, striking, from the EastThe Holy Psychiatrist, 4th Disciple, and Killah PriestUnlimited volts, of energy, striking, the enemyThe righteous vicinity, death be the penalty
