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Shabazz:Death Be The Penalty

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  1. DSB

    And for those who would like to sing along:

    —————
    Yeah

    The once lost disciples now found

    Bound together forever

    Verse One:

    As I embellish mentally I nourish

    Resuscitate a mindstate that has perished you shall inherit

    his blood I require back to Earth

    we rise out of spiritual darkness six thousand year curse

    The lost disciples bound to the midst of the

    bottomless pit trapped behind the gates of the wicked wilderness

    I hear the sound of the trumpets, blowing across the heavens

    It’s calm — prepare, for the storm, of the seven

    Shabazz, the Disciple, the holy, exalter

    Condemning those, who sacrificin, babies on the altar

    I hear the cries of innocent black babies who are aborted

    and unmercifully slaughtered

    Loud screams echo, skulls of angry slaves

    turning over in their graves

    The white sheets are like white flags, you need to wave it

    To the soldier, of the Lord, the warrior King David

    I come to kill and crucify, those who trick and lie

    In the eyes, of the most, high

    The pale-face, devil race, caucasoid germ

    Grafted, from original, black man’s sperm

    Thin-blooded weak, grafted-brain punk

    Your power’s a third of mine, you drunk funky skunk

    How dare you use Jesus name to shell your filthy religion

    My tongue be the sword, to slash you with precision

    The justice system is his, the court’ll only acquit him

    And eighty-five percent of y’all are going to hell with him

    The walls of hell, are closing in, disciples, we rose again

    the Sunz of Man, chosen men

    Like lightning, striking, from the East

    The Holy Psychiatrist, 4th Disciple, and Killah Priest

    Unlimited volts, of energy, striking, the enemy

    The righteous vicinity, death be the penalty

    Chorus:

    So come on and swing it low, sweet chariot

    Pick up your righteous load, and yo then carry it

    To a new home, and i-dentity

    For my people, death’ll be the penalty

    Uhh, and for my folks I mad a-love

    Keep your eyes on the prize and you’ll rise above

    And yo Shabazz, make sure you sing it loud enough

    Peacein out to the righteous stay rugged and rough

    And y’all get on down, come on now get on down

    Swing it low sweet chariot… get on down

    Come on now get on down, swing it low sweet chariot

    Interlude:

    Lawd, I’m in this culture

    The microphone and I’m joinin

    Sharpen your sword, we must be aware

    Them trick knowledge, they use to de-ce-ive us

    You’ve been plagued with the mental di-se-as-es

    You worship false portraits of Je-eh-s-us

    The grafted image, of worshipping Ce-as-ea-r

    Verse Two:

    I hear the snap of my great great grandfather’s neck

    in a noose, hangin from a fuckin tree whipped-in mentally

    abused, visions of great great cousins

    Runnin across the field, unarmed

    Ran down, and killed

    I be the star to dispel the darkness

    Cast upon your soul by inhabitants of Mount Caucus

    Who praise the dead, and not the true and living

    Killed Jesus and said, that he died for their religion

    Chorus

    Swing it low now

    Swing it low now (sweet chariot)

    Swing it low now (sweet chariot)

    Swing it low not (sweet chariot)

    Pick up the righteous load and yo carry it

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