Текст песни Shabazz The Disciple - Death be the Penalty
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Intro:YeahThe once lost, disciples -- now foundBound, together, foreverVerse 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 penaltyChorus:So come on and swing it low, sweet chariotPick up your righteous load, and yo then carry itTo a new home, and i-dentityFor my people, death`ll be the penaltyUhh, and for my folks I mad a-loveKeep your eyes on the prize and you`ll rise aboveAnd yo Shabazz, make sure you sing it loud enoughPeacein out to the righteous stay rugged and roughAnd y`all get on down, come on now get on downSwing it low sweet chariot... get on downCome on now get on down, swing it low sweet chariotInterlude:Lawd, I`m in this cultureThe microphone and I`m joininSharpen your sword, we must be awareThem trick knowledge, they use to de-ce-ive usYou`ve been plagued with the mental di-se-as-esYou worship false portraits of Je-eh-s-usThe grafted image, of worshipping Ce-as-ea-rVerse Two:I hear the snap of my great great grandfather`s neckin a noose, hangin from a fuckin tree whipped-in mentallyabused, visions of great great cousinsRunnin across the field, unarmedRan down, and killedI be the star to dispel the darknessCast upon your soul by inhabitants of Mount CaucusWho praise the dead, and not the true and livingKilled Jesus and said, that he died for their religionChorusSwing it low nowSwing 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