Sunz of Man Court - Sunz Of Man

Yeah, Scientific Shabazz, the Holy Psychiatrist

Coming down with that spiritual rain

Six thousand years of darkness

Four hundred years of pain

As I drag the wicked into the Sunz of Man Court

He shall be tried for his ways & actions

Death shall be his penalty.

As I embellish, mentally I nourish

Resuscitate a mind state that has perished, we shall inherit

His blood I require back, to Earth

We rise out of spiritual darkness, the six thousand year curse

The lost disciples, bound, to the midst of the

Bottomless pit, trapped behind the gates of this wicked wilderness

I hear the sounds of the trumpets, blowing across the heavens

It’s calm -- prepare, for the storm, of the seven

Shabazz, the Disciple, the holy, exalter

Condemning those, who sacrificin, babies on the altar

I hear the cries of innocent black babies who are aborted

And unmercifully slaughtered

Loud screams echo, skulls of angry slaves

Turning over in their graves

The white sheets are like white flags, you need to wave it

To the soldier, of the Lord, the warrior King David

I come to kill and crucify, those who trick and lie

In the eyes, of the most, high

The pale-face, devil race, caucasoid germ

Grafted, from original, black man’s sperm

Thin-blooded weak, grafted-brain punk

Your power’s a third of mine, you drunk funky skunk

How dare you use Jesus name to shield your filthy religion

My tongue be the sword, to slash you with precision

The justice system is his, the court’ll only acquit him

And eighty-five percent of y’all are going to hell with him

The walls of hell, are closing in, disciples, we rose again

The Sunz of Man, chosen men

Like lightning, striking, from the East

The Holy Psychiatrist, 4th Disciple, and Killah Priest

Unlimited volts, of energy, striking, the enemy

The righteous vicinity, death be the penalty

So come on-so come on and swing it low, sweet chariot

Pick up your righteous load, and yo then carry it

To a new home, and i-dentity, for my peeps

Death’ll be the penalty

Uhh, now for my folks I got mad a-love

Keep your eyes on the prize and you’ll rise above

Ay yo Shabazz, make sure you sing it loud enough

Peacein out to the righteous stay rugged and rough

And y’all get on down, come on now get on down

Swing it low sweet chariot

Lawd, in this se-solider

There might be a war draw near

Sharpen your sword, we must be aware

Of trick knowledge, they use to de-ce-ive us

You’ve been plagued with the mental di-se-as-es

You worship false portraits of Je-eh-s-us

The crafted image you worship is Ce-ase-ars

I hear the snap of my great great grandfather’s neck in a noose

Hangin from a fuckin tree whipped-in, mentally abused

Visions of great great cousins

Runnin across the field, unarmed

Ran down, and killed

I be the star to dispel the darkness

Cast upon your soul by inhabitants of Mount Caucus

Worship the dead, and not the true and living

Killed Jesus and said, that he died for their religion