The Lamb's Blood

Shabazz The Disciple

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    [Chorus]
    Leviathan got the ghetto in the death hold
    You better lace the lamb's blood on ya threshold
    I march in ranks with a vexed soul
    All them soldiers that were slain in the field, God bless ya soul!

    Leviathan got the ghetto in the death hold
    You better lace the lamb's blood on ya threshold
    I march in ranks with a vexed soul
    To all the soldiers that were slain in the field, God bless ya soul!

    [Verse 1]
    This be the opening of the 7th seal
    I'm storming down like the plague of hail
    Avenge the innocent blood spilled, the king of israel
    The earth was given to his hand to trick it
    I'm the mighty lion in the thicket, who be spying on the wicked
    In these last days, the projects is like the caves
    Facing the 10 plagues, like moses I free slaves
    I broke bread in the den of sinners, and done the whore toast
    During the plague of sores,
    The lamb's blood was on my door post
    The sinner gog the pagan, be in the synagogue of satan
    Meditating on the prophecies I'm revelating
    You feel the threat of armageddon every riot in prison
    Son of man was in the tombs, once dead and back risen
    Red Hook malitia who be holding down his garrison
    You crown the sovereign, cause to god there's no comparison
    You better load ya fucking caliber
    Screw on ya fucking silencer, and check the year on ya calendar

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    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2]
    High degrees of espionage is how my army treads
    The use of spying, divine manipulation of the threads
    Delilah knows samson's strength lie in his dreads
    yo brother shine ya crown, don't let'em get inside ya head
    Ghetto apostle doing god's work, the last supper host
    And ye shall take of the blood
    And strike the side and upper post
    The whores of babylon got plagues between their legs
    Hellfire in the womb, a fetal tomb, contaminated eggs
    Abortion is the plague amongst the firstborn, the blackmales
    Spare the females, heroin fell just like the plague of hail
    Instruments of war echo throughout the projects
    Souls drown in the red sea of blood, for material objects
    They who worshipped the beast and his mark, went to war and bled
    They didn't have the seal of god up in their forehead
    I'm laying my life on the altar, inspired by jehova
    Feast on this unleavened bread, and death shall pass you over

    [Chorus] - repeat 2X

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    Composición: D. Collins y Baby J

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