Shabazz The Disciple - Valentine Day Ma**acre lyrics

[Intro: 9th Prince] Yeah I'm back... Cilvaringz... [9th Prince] Aiyo, unlock the chain, relieve stress from my brain You know it's militant, while we hoppin' the train k**arm's a street gang, Stapleton hang out, no doubt Street professor with the most clout, show you what it's about Mathematics, b**hes with a brolic a** Automatics that cause havoc, for fast cash Pedal bark, Allah trademark in the heart A young Mozart, swim with tiger sharks in the wet myst Of Shaolin Dark Art, a million soldier march Ferocious, tear ligaments apart Crack your bones, stick and stones, black Al Capone Torture microphone, broke many barriers but still an unknown The Desert Eagle chrome, war poems The home was built like the Prince of Egypt's throne We can take it back to Soldiers of Darkness Where Madman was heartless, k**ed their whole squadrons [60 Second Assa**in] By all God's be fury, you get thrown in the maze of court and jury The psychopath, chief of the warcloud Warpath, whipping up his a**, hold up this world like Atlas Incarnating, styles you can call, d**h child know while I flinch Of the eyebrow, I be sensin' the crack of a smile Alright runt, play wild child Enter the pow-wow, in a stance I'mma bow Because you foul, you should be stripped of your gown Mutilated, made, and shipped out What the f** you done tripped out, missed out Sixty Second count the amount You seem to lost your whereabout, there about I get 'em now, roundhouse, every second snake out Try to break out, get knocked about Fifty-two blocks on the house! [Chorus: Blue Raspberry] k**a, it ain't no where you can run to... k**a, damn sure, ain't nowhere you can hide (nowhere to hide) k**a, Valentine's, Valentine's Day Ma**acre [Cilvaringz] I spit here, trynna follow what the words of men Allah's book given to me, but ignored instead Catching dust on the side of my bed, God forgive me God forgive me, I've written and read plee I live, I give, myself to your mercy, oh lord It hurts me, blessed with the view of the world, before 30 And razors in the mouth like Birdie, see God is mighty And all of the things he knew So he wrote the verse in 33.62 That's why I fight against the Sunnah, the Ummah and Bruhah Sponsor the heart, for the ruler, the king and moolah He speaks of these things incorrectly For the Qu'ran, states Allah's word directly Always, exactly, nothing neglected, perfected For clear understanding, so check it [Shabazz the Disciple] This be the 16 bar rosery reading, of the unholy heathen You soul will be leaving, you be needing them roses And meeting d**h, lead pillow wet, watchin' silhoutte As it rose in in the evening Inhalin' the gospel too deep, your brain and your nose will be bleeding Impaler, upside down cruciform's, how I nail ya Cremate your f**in' flesh to ashes, then inhale ya Dark angel of d**h, sent in to strangle the breath Got you entangled in my hell rectangle of angles of d**h Blow your spirit out the back of your head, and smack the seven ghosts Summoned ya a** back from the dead, rapped to them Heaven's host Sentenced through wages for your sin days Have the Priest, puttin' your ashes on they foreheads on Ash Wednesday Beloved layin' with they soul as ya smothered with dirt Mother prayin' from the cold vision, as he hovers the Earth The ceremony at the cathedral, will be evil for those listening February the fourteenth, all behold the bloody Christening [Chorus]