Artist: Shabazz the Disciple Album: The Vault (Hidden Safiyahz) Song: Ya Exodust Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Shabazz the Disciple] Yeah, this be the 4th Chapter From The Book of Shabazz, word Sitting in that church, praising the lord With the congregation, yo, yo, yo [Shabazz the Disciple] I used to, sit in the church and hear the father preach With him catching the holy ghost, and shaking right in they fucking seats And passing out and catching seisures And swallowing they tongues, worshipping pictures hung, of Jesus Never could understand the moments, people shouting and people foaming Giving me visions of The Omen Preachers preaching for righteous, with they wicked ways And when they pass the offering, man, I stole the money out the trays I had to purify my holy temple, and crucify the flesh Now I'm dwelling in the spirit and in the mental [Chorus 2X: Shabazz the Disciple] Is it in God who they really trust? Cuz I seen many fallen victims who been beat and lust Masters that been turned to ashes and grains of dust Incarcerates of the flesh, this is ya exodust [Shabazz the Disciple] I'm reaching out to all my brethren and my sistren It doesn't matter if you Muslim or you Christian Or Athiest or Baptist or Israelian Jehovah Witness, Catholic or Rastafarian I hear the voice of one crying in the wilderness Who climbed the wrong side out of the mountain on the pilgrimage Narrow is the path, and wide is the pearly gate Fall in the mist of hatred, just uphold your seal of fate His death and ministry alters your chemistry (why?) Buries the vision, makes it hard for them to see (why?) My holy arm shall raise the flag of victory So praise the Lord and raise your sword and follow me Cuz I seen many men cast down, ruled it They had to beat up on the path and got my ruler They went astray and sold they souls and he consumed it They had the vision, lost their focus and they lose it [Chorus 2X] [Shabazz the Disciple] The preacher man is mister sheist Just put the money in the panty, don't give a damn about Christ You noticed how in every ghetto there's a liquor store A funeral parlor, in the church, where they grip the poor I be the author of his written death day He's in checkmate, put on your armor hats and breastplates I'm not the reverend preaching on your false Sabbath More like the one that came and taught the Mathematics I walked the edgings of the Earth and never went astray Many religions locked my path but went cast away My thoughts be traveling at speeds and higher altitudes Six feet above the surface, at your all and stack it too It takes a million years to follow where the God is at And if I'm traveling too fast follow my star attack Lord have mercy, we living in the last days I'm stretching out my hands to the grave To raise the dead, and pull you out the denial The maze in your head is leading to the fire Inhale this breath of gospel, through your nostril Exhale the mist, the moist and dry fossils I hear the screams of the souls of the wounded That need to be held, cuz they religion has failed The Anti-Christ, pick of the sacrifice, your precious life Apsiring knowledge of self, it helps your melt the ice The holy force, the scent of a holocaust So take the nails out ya hands and feet and climb off the cross I'm like the cloud that rains on God's sons and daughters It's up to the children to absorb the holy water [Chorus]