Shabazz The Disciple - The Lamb's Blood lyrics

(Chorus) Leviathan got the ghetto in the d**h 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 d**h 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 who*e 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 f**ing caliber Screw on ya f**ing silencer, and check the year on ya calendar (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 who*es 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, h**n 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 d**h shall pa** you over (Chorus) - repeat 2X