Flaming Swords

Lyrics

[Intro: Reverend J.M. Gates] My brethren and sisters and friends I like the idea of being a soldier in the army of the Lord I'm a soldier in the army or the Lord [Intro: 60 Second Assassin] Arch Rivals We got the Kingston young ones over there running scared They ain't seem to have a problem and its a bad one Ahh man, Sunz of Man teaching everywhere Got the children over here, teaching them the problems (Playing the harp) And it's the real one Ahh man (Playing the harp 'til it gets dark) now look at those black boys over there running scared The Sunz of Man solving problems Yo (Yo), this the right one, baby [Verse 1: 60 Second Assassin] Guess this is the end, whatever how never, depart clever But not deadered to be real or to be severed A double-header, the black mecca respecta Catchin wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to cheddars For the first setter who loves it wetter Well I can make it better In a bloodbath you letta Black soggin, treaty, the ledger Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered New order, enough to register kill or be killed measurers Take you beyond the heist, forever so Doin' out Little Italy to Mexico Now who be the next to go? Will it be Sam, will it be Fran, or will it be Cisco? Or strictly back to disco? However though one and my own one, soo Never pet, yo, full deck pro The most sensitive intensity the world could ever expect, yo Between two steels To keep it real I remember we used to pick cotton out of fields Got it real, got it down, yo [Verse 2: Killah Priest] As I break your fucking bones into pieces And make your death the sweetest Punch a hole through your cleavage, by the way, how was Jesus? I hope you been baptized Fucked up and meet your maker, with two black eyes And broken legs, a broken hip and an IV attached to your arm I remain calm 'fore the storm As I shake my javelin up in your abdomen And then I grab your friend And break his fucking back, watch him collapse And my servants clap A standing ovation from the whole nation Y'all want more, I crank the chainsaw Next thing you knowing, his head starts rolling His body swollen, his fucking tongue is stolen No more groin or colon, he's just moaning and groaning Exciting, Clash of the Titans, thunder and lighting Reveal the sword of the Viking, it's frightening Put down your fist, there'll be no fighting, just sacrificing Tonight is a good night to take your life And leave your carcass in the darkness Where the jackals prowl upon your grave You hear a howl from the cave Then I snatch out your arms and give 'em to your moms Sing along, sing along, sing along Strumming my fiery harp 'til it get dark Silver darts melt in your heart Then we begin to march, until we rip this whole fucking world apart [Verse 3: Hell Razah] My team be strong, we live right or wrong Death come calm, sweet with a charm As I speak from the throne in my temple My samurai sword made of metal chop through your level Devils in the mist hate we exist My clique form my fist, punch you in your shit Styles murderous, sordid justice Judge those who bitch, cut those who snitch Modern Egypt, Pharaoh presidents Drug measurements got us dead on cement Robbin' for rent, gauge in the trench Slave ever since, return of the Prince Constantine the Great, never go for bait Sunz of Man plan gold in every state From Red Hook to Libya deliver your sword to the bombery My armory run the economy, rule is our policy The deaf/dumb knowledge me Like love, peace and honesty The thugs on the street hustle to eat Cover you with sheets, we bury you in beats Fasten your seatbelt, my flame is soft melt We bomb like a stealth and give food for health Not a friend of me... [Verse 4: Prodigal Sunn] Watching enemies stare, hostility floats in the air If I have to blaze, yo, I just won't care We roll in pairs, packing machines, moving supreme My team gleam like matches and gasoline Soldier fanatic, seven slug punctured the attic He died a tread, It was passed the asking In a bad position, you should've stuck to your fucking religion I'm worse than prison, send your bones to the pigeons The demolitioner with the codes of honor You want drama? I'll bomb you and your mama [Outro: Reverend J.M. Gates] My brethren and sisters and friends I like the idea of being a soldier in the army of the Lord I'm a soldier God knows I'm a solider in the army of the Lord The difference of being a soldier in the army of the Lord And being a soldier is ... that you never have no discharge in the army of the Lord..