Shabazz The Disciple - The One (Hood Christ Mix) lyrics

[Chorus 2X: Shabazz the Disciple] The one who has walked with kings, walks alone Escaped from the castle, and the desert, became his throne The one with the hair like wool, and bra** tone Who's always driven forward, by a God, who's unknown [Shabazz the Disciple] I stand alone against an empire With the forces of nature in my favor, brimstone and fire Behold a hail and all matter of plagues Kneel before the throne of Allah, and you'll be saved The prince of my pavillion, appointed shepherd of Ishmael's children To lead them out of bondage, begin the healing They shut the door to make a beggar of a king But watch me scale the wall, and conquer all them underlings The raven dropped a black feather at your threshold Cherebums surround the castle, to raise the d**h toll You treat your men like they cattle, drib under your lashes Your final hour when you're cremated, the'll dance on your ashes My hand's a knob like a slaves, and my back is scarred But in my heart, burns the spirit of the living God You thought your place was in the palace halls Mounted yourself to the sun on golden wings, like you couldn't fall The most high, I'll smoke your kingdom with all manner of plagues But still pharaoh's heart was hardened No matter how many times you get down on your knees and you pray Your sins'll still never be pardoned [Chorus 2X] [Shabazz the Disciple] All hail to the Christ of this rap sh**, your lord or host They all made in my image and likeness, immortal ghost The angelic narrator, writing down what God reveals me Spit in the street tongue, so ma**es feel me Thug Eloheim with the halo and the golden wings Anointed one, who dwells amongst the chosen kings Allah sent me to your penticle, of royalty To dwell amongst his mighty enemy, and test my loyalty You tempt the service with your worldly treasures Trying to detour them from the path of the gate, to flames beyond measures Painted deliberetly, the Ramseys betrayed Jehovah CEO is pharaoh, my staff turned into a cobra Never before has hip hop ever bare witness to a thug With such a heavenly tone, spitting relentless Driven onward, through the cruise of the desert, scorching surface Where holy men and prophets approach, for God's purpose Beating down to the dust, for which I came The one who has arrisen from the sabocal of his slain It was you who helped me endure all those years of misfortune And you who shake the rain from the heavens to hail extortion And you who has whipened them tears when the angels cried And you who helped me when the industry pierced my side And you who gave David the rock, to slay Goliath And you who saved those three men from the burning fire And you who in the den, saved them from hungry lions And you who raised the flag of triumph, for his Messiah The time is now, when the angels sound the trumpets loud They kendle my anger, behold like cometh with cloud