Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Parables, artist - Shabazz the Disciple. Album song The Book of Shabazz (Hidden Scrollz), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.01.2010
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Street Parables |
Bear witness! |
as I exorcise my exorcism |
Casting out these devils living in this ghetto prison |
With heavy metal and ammunition, conditions are unbearable |
You’re listening to street parables! |
In 97 a.d., due to economy we living 22 deuteronomy |
Submitting to robbery buddha and sodomy |
Playing a game of street poker with a royal flush |
A heart of lust, smoke inhalation from the burning bush |
Ghetto jerusalem, the streets paved with gold |
But what profit a man if he shall lose his own soul |
Hustling with jewelry like solomon |
In the crystal city |
Eluding the angel on the pale horse with hell following |
Sipping wine from a golden cup that runneth over |
Inscribing ghetto scriptures, inspired by jehovah |
Yay though I walk through the valley sober |
Bearing witness to the 7 plagues, standing in the pit of cobras |
Many disciples in my brigade who prayed, laid with jade |
The harlots womb bares a plague |
Isaiah 3:16's, drowning in the heroin river |
Judas a hitman for 30 pieces of silver |
The ghetto’s the bible for the people of the spirit |
Interpret the parables, he who has ears let him hear it |
The ghetto’s the bible for the people of the spirit |
Interpret the parables, he who has ears let him hear it |
Forever valid being hunted by pontius pilate |
Confronted by the romans, when I’m blunted I see bad omens |
Gifts contained within a trojan horse |
We following a chosen coarse |
Colossians 1:17, belief in one you never seen |
I be the true and living supreme, trapped in this prison of fiends |
What’s written in the book of philippines |
Prophesied by ibrahim |
Black g-zus of nazarine, get ready for the second coming |
Caesar’s issuing a summons for my arrest |
Convict me of a lesser charge, and sit me in the devil’s nest |
Persecution of the gods, we never rest |
A never ending battle |
Against the pagans, who idolize the golden cattle |
We’ve been forsaken with lies, but now we making some strides |
Way past ecclesiastes, me and the god shabazz be |
In the lab g, building on math scientifically |
Watching them die in their iniquity |
I get high off the most high, give masses a contact |
Smoke herbs in bible paper, keep the cap on ya cognac |
I sip a fifth of juice and genesis, smoke a spliff of exodus |
Then sniff a kilo of leviticus |
Running a spot of numbers and buddha due to economy |
Crime due to poverty, shoot up a dime of deuteronomy |
Scramble with joshua, ghetto apostles packing epistles |
Some were unsettled by their nostrils |
During the plague of crystal |
I stood before many judges in the courtroom |
They hold black grudges and use bails to extort you |
Paroled like barabas, heist the finest fabrics |
Ruthless thieves in the night |
Who steal 6 days a week, then rest upon the sabbath |
I drop a jewel like 1st and 2nd samuel |
Kings stalking through hell |
Destined for treasures, I’mma do well |
My ghetto chronicles are visual and mathematical |
Emphatical, when I speak in street parables |