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Intro:
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
Itand'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 manand's sperm
Thin-blooded weak, grafted-brain punk
Your powerand'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 courtand'll only acquit him
And eighty-five percent of yand'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, deathand'll be the penalty
Uhh, and for my folks i mad a-love
Keep your eyes on the prize and youand'll rise above
And yo shabazz, make sure you sing it loud enough
Peacein out to the righteous stay rugged and rough
And yand'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, iand'm in this culture
The microphone and iand'm joinin
Sharpen your sword, we must be aware
Them trick knowledge, they use to de-ce-ive us
Youand'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 grandfatherand'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
Intro:
Sí
Los discípulos una vez perdidos encontrado ahora
Unidos para siempre
Verso uno:
Como yo embellecer mentalmente i nutrir
Resucitar un estado mental que ha perecido te heredará
Su sangre i exigir a la Tierra
Nos levantamos de la oscuridad espiritual seis mil maldición años
Los discípulos perdidas asociadas a la mitad de la
Pozo sin fondo atrapados detrás de las puertas del desierto malvado
Oigo el sonido de las trompetas, que sopla a través de los cielos
Itand la calma - preparar, para la tormenta, de los siete
Shabazz, el discípulo, el santo, exalter
Condenando los, que sacrificin, los bebés en el altar
Oigo los gritos de los inocentes bebés negros que son abortadas
Y sin piedad sacrificados
Fuertes gritos hacen eco, calaveras de esclavos enojados
Revolviendo en sus tumbas
Las sábanas blancas son como banderas blancas, que hay que agitar
Para el soldado, el señor, el rey david guerrero
Vengo a matar y crucificar, los que engañan y mienten
A los ojos de la mayoría, el, alto
El rostro pálido, la raza demonio, caucasoid germen
Injertados, de original, negro manand de esperma
Thin-blooded gr débil,
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Shabazz The Disciple
Death be the penalty
Death be the penalty
Intro:
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
Itand'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 manand's sperm
Thin-blooded weak, grafted-brain punk
Your powerand'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 courtand'll only acquit him
And eighty-five percent of yand'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, deathand'll be the penalty
Uhh, and for my folks i mad a-love
Keep your eyes on the prize and youand'll rise above
And yo shabazz, make sure you sing it loud enough
Peacein out to the righteous stay rugged and rough
And yand'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, iand'm in this culture
The microphone and iand'm joinin
Sharpen your sword, we must be aware
Them trick knowledge, they use to de-ce-ive us
Youand'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 grandfatherand'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
Shabazz The Disciple
La muerte es la pena
La muerte es la pena
Intro:
Sí
Los discípulos una vez perdidos encontrado ahora
Unidos para siempre
Verso uno:
Como yo embellecer mentalmente i nutrir
Resucitar un estado mental que ha perecido te heredará
Su sangre i exigir a la Tierra
Nos levantamos de la oscuridad espiritual seis mil maldición años
Los discípulos perdidas asociadas a la mitad de la
Pozo sin fondo atrapados detrás de las puertas del desierto malvado
Oigo el sonido de las trompetas, que sopla a través de los cielos
Itand la calma - preparar, para la tormenta, de los siete
Shabazz, el discípulo, el santo, exalter
Condenando los, que sacrificin, los bebés en el altar
Oigo los gritos de los inocentes bebés negros que son abortadas
Y sin piedad sacrificados
Fuertes gritos hacen eco, calaveras de esclavos enojados
Revolviendo en sus tumbas
Las sábanas blancas son como banderas blancas, que hay que agitar
Para el soldado, el señor, el rey david guerrero
Vengo a matar y crucificar, los que engañan y mienten
A los ojos de la mayoría, el, alto
El rostro pálido, la raza demonio, caucasoid germen
Injertados, de original, negro manand de esperma
Thin-blooded gr débil,
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
