[Intro: Shabazz the Disciple] Yeah... I'm still alive, n***a Aiyo, Chuck, these n***as is f**ed Word... ya had the pearly handle tucked Legend... what up, let's get it on, n***a I'm here now, the imperial, they wanna bury them Shabazz, n***a, yo, yo, yo, yo [Shabazz the Disciple] 2007 A.D., Judas is scouting, be cooking up the crystal in the Marriot Tucking blackened pistols in the chariot A thousand one disciples who are hustled in the valley with Composers in they caskets, still, they fear who carry it The reason why I still exist, cuz I see omen In the hood we stake and thrown up your fist by the moment Too many gangstas, danger pierced by the needle of conscious palette Big up your shells with fingerprints, only the Gods is bout it Satan got ways to make it observation, chasing my occupation And tried to infiltrate the God brigation For diamonds, rubies and silver, who lie, I pierce ya liver Right each in the hands of getting enemies, you'll be delivered These jezebels in hotels spreading the plague Slave the rope and dudes, with the hell fire between they legs Too many funerals with closed caskets and pictures But I survived, I'm still alive, describe the hood scripture [Chorus: Shabazz the Disciple] You'd rather see me with them cuffs on my wrist, in jail You'd rather see me on that bus, then be making bail The only n***a I can trust, in this myst of hell The hug of Judas, the kiss of betrayal You'd rather see me on that cross, in my wrist with nails You'd rather see me on that bus, then be making bail
The only n***a I can trust, in this myst of hell The hug of Judas, the kiss of betrayal [Shabazz the Disciple] I close my eyes, and see visions of being in heaven Surrounded by them angels, slain by enemy's weapon Believe it, I'mma die in the hood tonight But go out blasting, you feel the Pa**ion of the Hood Christ? My bandana's my crown of thorns, my Timberland's my holy sandals Sign my obituary, then burnt seven holy candles Before my ashes go in that urn, in that f**ing mantle I'mma see your a** at the pearly gates with the pearly handle Move with them God disciples who be tatted up with scriptures n***as in the blasphemy, with the rifle and never was religious And if you happen to get the drop, you better put 'em through me And close your eyes, cuz my n***as'll are coming to send you to me I hear them whispering in the dark, plotting to exhale I see them fastening my cross, til the streets prevail Piercing my side, for the hungry, kiss of betrayal Hood hatings, from gun battles, now stones of hell So I see my black ghetto rise, can't close my eyes yet Can't leave my seeds out here, n***a, I can't die yet My will of living, so strong, if I get hit in the head I'm in ICU, in a coma, shaking the f**ing bed, whatever Behind the trigger, or in front of the bullet Never cross a n***a who ain't afraid to die and got the heart to pull it So make sure you finish the job when you come and get me And say ya prayers, muthaf**a, cuz you coming with me...