Artist: Shabazz the Disciple f/ Lord Jamar Album: The Book of Shabazz: The Hidden Scrollz Song: Street Parables Typed by: shabazz@shabazzthedisciple.com [Chorus - repeat 2X] Bear witness! as I exorcise my exorcism Casting out these devils living in this ghetto prison With heavy metal and ammunition, conditions are unbearable You're listening to street parables! [Verse One: Shabazz] In 97 a.d., due to economy we living 22 deuteronomy submitting to robbery buddha and sodomy playing a game of street poker with a royal flush a heart of lust, smoke inhalation from the burning bush ghetto jerusalem, the streets paved with gold but what profit a man if he shall lose his own soul hustling with jewelry like solomon in the crystal city eluding the angel on the pale horse with hell following sipping wine from a golden cup that runneth over inscribing ghetto scriptures, inspired by jehovah yay though I walk through the valley sober bearing witness to the 7 plagues, standing in the pit of cobras many disciples in my brigade who prayed, laid with jade the harlots womb bares a plague isaiah 3:16's, drowning in the heroin river judas a hitman for 30 pieces of silver the ghetto's the bible for the people of the spirit interpret the parables, he who has ears let him hear it the ghetto's the bible for the people of the spirit interpret the parables, he who has ears let him hear it [Chorus] [Verse Two: Lord Jamar] Forever valid being hunted by pontius pilate confronted by the romans, when I'm blunted I see bad omens gifts contained within a trojan horse we following a chosen coarse colossians 1:17, belief in one you never seen I be the true and living supreme, trapped in this prison of fiends what's written in the book of philippines prophesied by ibrahim black g-zus of nazarine, get ready for the second coming caesar's issuing a summons for my arrest convict me of a lesser charge, and sit me in the devil's nest persecution of the gods, we never rest a never ending battle against the pagans, who idolize the golden cattle we've been forsaken with lies, but now we making some strides way past ecclesiastes, me and the god shabazz be in the lab g, building on math scientifically watching them die in their iniquity [Chorus] [Verse Three: Shabazz] I get high off the most high, give masses a contact smoke herbs in bible paper, keep the cap on ya cognac I sip a fifth of juice and genesis, smoke a spliff of exodus then sniff a kilo of leviticus running a spot of numbers and buddha due to economy crime due to poverty, shoot up a dime of deuteronomy scramble with joshua, ghetto apostles packing epistles some were unsettled by their nostrils, during the plague of crystal I stood before many judges in the courtroom they hold black grudges and use bails to extort you paroled like barabas, heist the finest fabrics ruthless thieves in the night who steal 6 days a week, then rest upon the sabbath I drop a jewel like 1st and 2nd samuel kings stalking through hell, destined for treasures, I'ma do well my ghetto chronicles are visual and mathematical emphatical, when I speak in street parables [Chorus]