Hell Razah - Flaming Swords lyrics

[Intro: Reverend J.M. Gates] My brethren and sisters and friends I like the idea of being a soldier in the army of the Lord (continues preaching) [Intro: 60 Second Assa**in] Arch Rivals We got the Kingston young ones over there running scared They ain't seem to have a problem and its a bad one Ahh man, Sunz of Man teaching everywhere Got the children over here, teaching them the problems And its the real one Ahh man now we got the [?] over there The Sunz of Man solving problems, yo this the right one [Verse 1: 60 Second Assa**in] Guess this is the end, whatever how never, depart clever But not deadered to be real or to be severed A double-header, the black mecca respecta Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to cheddars For the first setter who loves it wetter Well I can make it better In a bloodbath you letta Black soggin, treaty, the ledger Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered New order, enough to register k** or be k**ed measurers Take you beyond the heist, forever so Doin out Little Italy to Mexico Now who be the next to go Will it be Sam, will it be Fran, or will it be Cisco Or strictly back to disco However though one and my own one, soo Never pet yo, full deck pro The most sensitive intensity the world could ever expect, yo Between two steels To keep it real I remember we used to pick cotton out of fields Got it real got it down, yo [Verse 2: k**ah Priest] As I break your f**ing bones into pieces And make ya d**h the sweetest Punch a hole through ya cleavage, by the way how was Jesus I hope you been baptized f**ed up and meet ya maker, with two black eyes And broken legs, a broken hip and an IV attached to your arm I remain calm, for the storm As I shake my javelin up in ya abdomen And then I grab ya friend And break his f**ing back, watch him collapse And my servants clap, a standing ovation from the whole nation Y'all want more, I crank the chainsaw Next thing ya knowing, his head start rolling His body swollen, his f**ing tongue is stolen No more groin or colon, he's just moaning and groaning Exciting, Clash of the Titans thunder and lighting Reveal the sword of the Viking, it's frightening Put down yo fist they'll be no fighting, just sacrificing Tonight is a good night to take yo life And leave your carca** in the darkness Where the jackals prowl upon your grave Yo hear a howl from the cave Then I snatch out your arms and give 'em to your moms Sing along sing along sing along Strumming my fiery harp, 'til it get dark Silver darts melt in your heart Then we begin to march, until we rip this whole f**ing world apart [Verse 3: Hell Razah] My team be strong, we live right or wrong d**h come calm, sweet wit a charm As I speak from the throne in my temple My samurai sword made of metal chop through ya level Devils in the mist, hate we exist Clique form my fist, punch you in your sh** Styles murderous, sordid justice Judge those who b**h, cut those who snitch Modern Egypt, Pharaoh presidents Drug measurements got us dead on cement Robbing for rent, gauge in the trench Slave ever since, return of the prince Constantine the great, never go for bait Sunz of Man plan, gold in every state From Railhook to Libya deliver ya sword to the bombery My armory run the economy, rule is our policy The deaf dumb knowledge me Like love peace and honesty The thugs on the street hustle to eat Cover you with sheets, we bury you in beats Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft melt We bomb like a stealth and give food for health Not a friend of me... [Verse 4: Prodigal Sunn] Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air If I have to blaze yo I just won't care We roll in pairs, packing machines, moving supreme My team gleam, like matches and gasoline Soldier fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic He died a tread, It was pa**ed the asking In a bad position, you should of stuck to yo f**ing religion I'm worse than prison, send yo bones to the pigeons The demolitioner with the codes of honor You want drama? I'll bomb you and your mama... [Outro: Reverend J.M. Gates]