Artist: Shabazz the Disciple f/ Sunz of Man Album: The Becoming of the Disciple Song: 5 Arch Angelz Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: 60 Second Assassin] Yeah, give it to me now Ugh, bring it on now Yeah, ugh, yeah, give it to me now Give it to me, give it to me [60 Second Assassin] Make way for the warpath, the psychopath on the astro-plex Killin somethin off, I break and have a fit The improbable, on your way down scream "geronimo!" Fuck here rhymes and go my Mission Impossible Leavin lyrics in the hospital, yo, dead as pasta Fuck the build, tongue is double-edged, slice to kill Many left and fled seen, to the death Chops sent city-slickin cases at the fed On the DL, what the Hell, dead, times don't tell Screamin Hell, with the Angel of Death still ridin trail City morgues, I kill them and return them For those I'm the death billin Contracts, I will fill up bodybags by the million The feds keep my illin I need a countess to keep a-track off all My killers raisin store before the calm, deadly in arms Screamin desert storm, I swing the avic, a megabomb Keep a crane, always stained, asiatic black man Seperation to your fam who dares to step across the perimeter Yo, of the Angel of Death, 60 Sec. Assassinator Leavin lyrics in a total wreck [Shabazz the Disciple] This is a journey thru the halls of Hell A journey that will burn he and all who dwell The wicked are inflicted, condemned and convicted Imprisoned in darkness, where men are heartless Absorbin arches thru your fire, I spark this Drag him down in the tabernacle by his Adam's Apple Suddenly, the Angelz of Death attack you The power withers by matters of degrees Calcium absorbed by evil dead babies You gets rabies from the bat bites Dirty germs and scabies from the rat bites Your skin decays as you choke and gasp From the fumes, inconsumed of the poison of an asp As the body releases solids, liquids and gases Thirsty worms suck the fluids, your life flashes You lay down in the dust, body bubblin with hot pusk He lay naked and unsacred, blasphemed the Sunz of Man bud didn't make it [Hell Razah] It started off as an evil bless, never the less Death not restin in peace, cease police Stress, it was my mental because the beast has very weak potential Everyday I release bombs from under the bottom of a well Of an attack, since my eyes opened up in Hell My mind seems faster, and the pastor's lies Before I'm conviced and it makes no sense Cross your heart, don't hope to die, you give promise in diguise Life is only lies between each one of your eyes Your mind lost in the dark, it takes smarts to survive There's too many ways different for the world to just stop You lost your common and dropped your sense Forgot your brain was in your head So, I Hell Raze the deads of reality, what's inside of me? Wanna battle me? The horoscopes is tragedy to the minds Of my enemies, my horror is scopin me, the devil arms is chokin me Hopefully I'm gettin to open the minds I'm supposed to be Died, it doesn't roll with eyes, specific insides described And I decide a homocidal action, what's happenin is now The future bring the answers Attractin the devil, don't wanna dance to my level So, bless me cuz I ain't gonna wait for you to do Your brain must got to hold the weight, I just ran thru it [Break: Killah Priest] So, as you travel thru the myths of survival The reknowned sits at the gates Look and the perish right before us Bring the wicked before me and slay them before my feet [Prodigal Sunn] I contain the science to make and angel bleed thru his vision Moanin infliction, trapped behind the walls of mental prison The limitation of nation of God's creation, mass confusion Babies from the dead of life's pollution, inhailin solution Release of chemicals, my psychological analogy burns a hole thru reality Corruptin my levels, devils commitin sin For who is unaware will surely face death in the fuckin end [Killah Priest] I bring pain and separation to your whole frame My mic leaves chains, when I rap I make it rain The chief chancellor, when I rap I leave no answers I go into the clits and give a nigga bone cancers When I deliver, I get them shivers You wicked soul, meet your creator, the Darth Vader I send that feeble ass back to the incubator Fuck with me, your better off eatin pork on the grounds of Mecca The Killah Priest, the lethal rap injector I'm full of fury and anger, which is my slogan Your pops should have bust you in the trojan You wanna battle? Here's your teether ring and your fuckin rattle And your horsey and your saddle and your fuckin pacifier I'm gonna baptise ya, then blast your ass with fire You better check my rendezvous Before your ass be sittin on a panel on fuckin Donahue I'm fuckin sick, you better check my past life I'm Killah Priest, you better fuckin ask Christ And when I'm finished, your ass will be a Jehovah Witness On Richard Simmon's, searchin for a fuckin fitness I don't give a fuck if you exercise Since you expect to try, you'll be the next to die The Killah Priest, hear me testify [Outro: Killah Priest] A testimony, the 5 Arch Angelz 60 Second Assass', the Holy Psychiatrist, Hell Razah, Prodigal Sunn, Killah Priest. So, it was written, the four ran to the four corners of the Earth And the fifth ran into the sun in the book that read "Your ass is mine"