Shabazz The Disciple

Conscious Of Sin (Dropsect Remix)

Shabazz The Disciple


This be the sinz of man. The sinz of men and women. 
The tree of life. The tree of good and evil. 

My mind sometimes be haunted by my memories 
Visions in my head have shown me digging up my enemies 
I hate to go to sleep because of the dread that's in my head 
At times I find myself running from shadows of the dead 
They're trying to pull me under and bury me alive 
I wake up thinking it's over and thinking I've survived 
They've pulled me back to sleep and separated my soul 
from my body and put my bloody flesh in a hole 
Ah, shit gets worse, now the curse caves my faith in 
I rose from beneath the surface of Earth as Satan 
Inflicting people with war, drugs, diseases 
Jumped up, fell back to sleep, ressurected, ah Jesus 
Healing the same mother fuckers I've just inflicted 
Spreading righteousness through word of god, my mind is twisted 
A holy war in the mental, I'm sort of brain dead 
Spirits have got me under pressure and they're fucking up my head 

As I die slowly, I could feel my soul leave 
My heart pumps part to my lungs, so I could breathe 
I take my last breath, I gasp cuz I'm ?peth? 
I felt the needle which held the ?neeval? 
>From another dimension, they had me flinching, with no attention 
Was paid by nurses, what's worse is 
I felt the stiches as the door locks 
Retreated for witches and warlocks 
and devils and demons, with shovels they was scheming 
I woke up when I was taken up by this dream and 
Then I was brough to the courts of another world 
Damn, my beloved Sheryl, couldn't put shit and uncover the pearls 
Instead of a jewel, I've discovered a germ 
That burned and turned my sperm into worms 
Ah, filthy-ass maggots, with matches 
Oh, my God, I was thanking God it was the savage 
Yeah, that day I saw Nat Turner 
and I saw Christ, he was stalking around with a black burner 

Another time my mind dwelled on the spell 
I heard cries from the dead souls burning in hell 
Visions of their flesh drowning in the flood 
While under hallucinations, I've seen heads soaked in blood 
I snapped back to reality and dashed for my bible 
Opened it up in hurried confusion, reaching for survival 
But all of a sudden, I'm overpowered by that curse 
The songs that I've read have made my visions worse 
Seen a therapist, told him spirits tried to bury me 
Spilt what's on my mind, When I was done, he needed therapy 
He recommended a baptistism, a sacrifice 
My soul rose to heaven, but was cast back down by Christ 
In forms of thunder, rain and heavy winds 
Not even the blood of Christ could cleanse the sins of men 

Huh, yeah, huh, oh 

That was a state of confusion that we lived in 
I converted to over a thousand religions 
A permanent member to 6 million churches 
I'm still trying to repent from these curses 
Me and the Holy Wizard, we went and slept in the graveyard 
Remember that? We stayed up all night and played cards 
Now, I sit in the pit of cobras 
I'm writing rhymes in the stance of yoga 
Oh, my God, I played drums with the bones of Mohammed 
In three years, I grew a beard and roamed with a garment 
Yeah, what was that you said is evil? 
Ha ha ha ha, yeah, I was thinking the same thing 
Yeah, my choice is bleeding and he's stinking