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I see you people and on and on images, golden idols and false icons I'm wisdom like Solomon But my antenae keeps on picking up evil
At I receive my mission Blow up the ruler of the air like nuclear So I analyze my weapons, lazer rifles that Shoot spiritual wisdom, I think I see warriors
Fragile heathens tryin' to run like mayors So brotha's that snuff punks I set up time bombs to destroy the strong holds of
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We be under grace, a righteous minority Decadent culture make you forget spiritual priority Back down by the movement, who will serve ya Open to be used by God, destroy you like
Jewel of all kingdoms, evil, purified hurrah take you down Don't look back, overthrown you Sodom And Gomorrah arm of the law of all crimes I be the great Prophet Isiah
Predict fall over 150 times, got rhymes you could never use For the purpose you be using, dance over your fields Present day Iraq still in ruins lies Schemes, backstab persuasions Get crushed by us, this rescue
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The plagues are coming, the plagues are I feel the breath of the Death The are coming, the plagues are coming I feel the of the Death Beast The are coming, the plagues are coming I feel the of the Death Beast The plagues are coming, the plagues are I feel the breath of the Death
Misled bureaucracy, of hypocrisy I gotta steel pulse, looking for a democracy Destruction, now your walls have Just sitting waiting for the train to Zion
Sit down in the dust, without a throne To call own is 47:1 The has fallen, she has fallen Golden images of its God lie shattered on the