Deep in the Water

Album cover art for "Deep in the Water" by Sunz Of Man & Shabazz The Disciple

Sunz Of Man & Shabazz The Disciple - Rap

Deep in the Water

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[Intro: Killah Priest] Destination: Nebuchadnezzar Trapped in the Daniels light(?) with a pit of lions While I'm crying inside, what the fuck's goin on with me? What's goin on? What's goin on? Ugh! What's goin on? What's goin on? Yo, yo [Killah Priest] Deep in the water of life, I would fight Wearing turbans, purified up in the virgin Emerge in the blood, would flood up the wombs The eggs hatch and let loose a fume Prophesize just like Jesus, writing Hebrew On the walls of my mother's fetus Then I was swimming in the afterbirth Each chapter, each verse got deeper, got worse The keeper of laws, my brain, what saw The seeker of tablets, creatures would grab it Thoughts brought forth the holiest, control me as(?) Slowly taking me into the mental orgasms Ejaculating, stimulating, relating to life Incubating, rotating around light beams Light beams, I was formed in the white cream Redeemed like powder out of my maker Into nature, returned the vapor Killah Priest born in the pillar of yeast Lost in the miscarriage, the automatic for marriage Pow! Once you live you die Ohh.. what is it? Was it a mystery? Did they mention me in history? [Verse 2: Hell Razah] I was born alone, begun from blood, skin and bones To the mind, body, soul hunter, creating poems For immature brain cells, trapped in confusion, I ruin your mental I send that ass to Hell and tell the Devil that I sent you I react like a reflex, protected by God Bringing life to the braindead, digging deeper than the graveyard The stick that you walk with, I broke a long time ago There's nowhere to hide when I stalk like a shadow Everyday somebody dies, somebody else is born A chain reaction, like recycle like plastic For practice, ghetto bastards I'm giving caskets Innocent murderers is what you don't expect While secret Satan agents be living off your death I'm already awaiting victim to an unknown death trap Hell is getting hot, is it too late for me to sweat that? The killer team guillotine, get chopped where your heads at In order to get revenge you got to pass my dead end I use your best friend to set ya up for me to win To pull your blood inside my pen to write my next sin Then again, the beast from within it just possessed It leads me to kill, then I'm left with your bloody mess I seem insane, since semen my brain been gained Like Monopoly, but there's no way of stopping me *sounds of struggling/moaning* [Verse 3: Prodigal Sunn] I jostle, struggled in the wounds of evil My technicality wins the race based on reality Day and night is still a revolutionary thrill of wars in the streets Bodies floating down the bloody river Terror, living in this present day and era Caged in the belly of the beast, thoughts of a killer The duty of a wise man, prophesized, civilize the savage beast I generate heat from the East [?] revelation, living in revelation The sons of Jacob shall fill the power of the nation Created, situated on physical plains, originated From drops of sperm, the black germ I come with the scientifical techniques and masses The methods of madness, psycho wrath of deadly gases Burning through flesh, deteriorating brain cells Waves radiate as I escape the channel of Hell The arsenal, one Prodigal Sunn of Man Stalks the fuckin land with evil, various plots and plans The wicked laugh that shatters the barrier of sound, time and matter I write chapters through the raptures of disaster *screams of pain & laughter* [Verse 4: Shabazz the Disciple] Trapped in a long dark tube, fighting for existence Absorbing stressful germs as I travel the distance Eternally locked in a cell in the form of sperm Doing life, mental strife, evil seminal germ Swimming through menstrual cycles, accumulating arches Killing of the sperm cells, illuminating darkness Strangling 'em with my tail, absorbing life from semen When I was born I came out screaming and blaspheming Crying in blood, spitting and cursing at the figure of Christ on the holy rug See, since the sonogram I was diagnosed to be cursed Doctors administered, stressed I'd be born in the church But they sold the womb closed, them unholy bitches I burst up feet first and blast through the stitches Ahh! Hell at last, my first breath of the curse They performed the ritual, took me home in a hearse But in the womb I metamorphisized My birth and death was already prophesized Instead of a crib I slept in a casket Sacrificed the first born but Christ denied this evil bastard For all of those who don't understand what I'm talking about Be trapped in my helium of my evil thought, now figure your way out Or be condemned to eternal living death..

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Credits

Writers
  • Hell Razah
  • Prodigal Sunn
  • Killah Priest
  • Shabazz The Disciple