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