Artist: Christbearer f/ Leviathan, Skarekrow Album: Passion of Christ EP Song: Passion of Christ Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Christbearer] Yo, this about to rip through the O-Zone... Through your space, and really, really, really Feel it, what you feel, and being real Youknowhatimsaying? This bout seeing them digits That picture... that getting into that own dimension The doors... have that Passion... that Passion... Smashing... youknowhatimsaying? This bout seeing that digits Seeing them pictures... [Christbearer] I sit up on my challace, watch, a man from my challace In the County's malace palace The astronomical canatical The phenomenal aboninable, constaple chronicle Why, the God of Jihad and Farrad And the devil phasad, ready to midnight maraude Why, the low key dope beat With swords like Shinobi, the Long Beach O.G. Why, calamity and amity, could front on the cant it be Insane and sanity, all is family Why, the can, or and, on, highlander A command commander, and hit a bystander Why, had a clinic leautinent, authentic, alchemist That keep the penant, with no limit... Why... how to read jiver, liver Ride up on cabala, and beat like Ali Baba Why, the high priced ice, that hit the white rice On the dice, and the Passion of Christ [Chorus 2X: Christbearer] Being real... being real... Youknowhatimsaying? This bout seeing them digits That picture... [Interlude: Skarekrow] Yeah, yeah, yeah, I feel you my nigga Christbearer Yeah, this is a Passion, this is that shit You gotta feel in your bones, so don't even spit it Youknowhatimsaying? It's the one, Skarekrow, man You know, another banger, for your heads Yeah, we gon'give you these lyrics, check it out... [Skarekrow] My niggas leave you with more knots, than spots on a leopard The crocodile sheppard, leave teeth marks on records Bit microphone, full funeral homes That's right, boy, you in the danger zone Hook up with M.C.'s, make love to MP's Have natural labor, and give birth to CD's Drop niggas on they head like careless babysitters You build ya best verses, and I flush 'em down the shitter Tear out ya tongue, feed it to my scavengers Call remark 'em, my chest lead, every father intelligent Who dying on this mission, got malnutrition Went up against Krow, and didn't survive the colission [Chorus 2X w/ ad-libs] [Interlude: Leviathan] Yeah, yeah, ya'll should be.. Fuck these gimmicks, it's survival of the fittest Youknowhatimsaying? Ya'll far ass niggas, I had intimidated You want it, go and get it [Leviathan] We got to be your favorite M.C.'s on the stereo Can't miss our styles, all our rhymes sounding ghetto I'm not giving a fuck, as long as I get back Throw my raps, to a chosen few, understand these actual facts A wise one, one told me a little If you don't stand for something, you bound to fall hard On a wild part, instead of shining like a star... Now show 'em who you are, I said that's damn right, prophet I'm bout to wipe these bars, leaving scars so deep And will increase them out they slumber Straight to the point, so there's no need to wonder While I spark this blunt, my brainstorm lightning thunders Never run for cover, you know you hear me calling you You can't hide forever, cuz Babylon will cover you This is for the evil, collapse in your ceiling Abraham's semen making sacrificial killings [Chorus 2X w/ ad-libs]