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Leviathan got the ghetto in the death hold |
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You better lace the lamb's blood on ya threshold |
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I march in ranks with a vexed soul |
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All them soldiers that were slain in the field, God bless ya soul! |
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Leviathan got the ghetto in the death hold |
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You better lace the lamb's blood on ya threshold |
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I march in ranks with a vexed soul |
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To all the soldiers that were slain in the field, God bless ya soul! |
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[Verse 1] |
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This be the opening of the 7th seal |
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I'm storming down like the plague of hail |
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Avenge the innocent blood spilled, the king of israel |
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The earth was given to his hand to trick it |
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I'm the mighty lion in the thicket, who be spying on the wicked |
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In these last days, the projects is like the caves |
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Facing the 10 plagues, like moses I free slaves |
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I broke bread in the den of sinners, and done the whore toast |
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During the plague of sores, |
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The lamb's blood was on my door post |
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The sinner gog the pagan, be in the synagogue of satan |
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Meditating on the prophecies I'm revelating |
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You feel the threat of armageddon every riot in prison |
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Son of man was in the tombs, once dead and back risen |
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Red Hook malitia who be holding down his garrison |
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You crown the sovereign, cause to god there's no comparison |
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You better load ya fucking caliber |
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Screw on ya fucking silencer, and check the year on ya calendar |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 2] |
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High degrees of espionage is how my army treads |
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The use of spying, divine manipulation of the threads |
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Delilah knows samson's strength lie in his dreads |
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Yo brother shine ya crown, don't let'em get inside ya head |
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Ghetto apostle doing god's work, the last supper host |
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And ye shall take of the blood |
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And strike the side and upper post |
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The whores of babylon got plagues between their legs |
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Hellfire in the womb, a fetal tomb, contaminated eggs |
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Abortion is the plague amongst the firstborn, the blackmales |
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Spare the females, heroin fell just like the plague of hail |
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Instruments of war echo throughout the projects |
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Souls drown in the red sea of blood, for material objects |
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They who worshipped the beast and his mark, went to war and bled |
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They didn't have the seal of god up in their forehead |
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I'm laying my life on the altar, inspired by jehova |
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Feast on this unleavened bread, and death shall pass you over |
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[Chorus x2] |