SOTSA Lyrics

Heavy Mettle featuring Weapons of War
Lyrics ©opyright Weapons of War 2004, All Rights Reserved

:: Verse1 (Shaun B.) ::
Listen closely, this is how it's supposed to be/ I don't wanna know those who don't believe/ that's why I'm broadcasting these words to the world/ as I paint a mental mural, with this pen as my brush/ each stroke, never rushed/ I'm sick of all this lust/ that's why my face is flushed/ from dawn to dusk, to compose is a must/ ‘cause this music is the soundtrack of my life/ It eases all the strife/ It's constantly in my heart and in my mind/ that's why I can't lie to these lines/ don't you know that twenty four hours to God, is a thousand years to man/ so get a tight grip on your soul like fram/ and damn any man against my plan/ as sand flows through the hourglass/ as hours pass/ to release me from my stress at last/ As I take a deep breath and while I'm breathing in/ I meditate to the sounds of a violin/ as I gently sigh again/ I dreamt I saw myself through the eyes of other men/ and I had to think again who's my foe and who's my friend?/ will I lose, or will I win?/ as I feel the pain within, I think of where I'm going and where I've been/ can I live without a sin?/ I don't know?/ ‘cause troubles in the flesh got me stressed again/ living in all of this heartache and pain/ just trying to maintain and never ever weather to the pressure of the pleasure/ ‘cause God is the tester and you are the measure/ so don't hate your girl cause she stress ya/ bless her, and forever be together/ excuse me while I body slam this man to the canvas/ living in madness/ as this melancholy drama brings me sadness

:: Verse2 (Joel Lane) ::
Yo, one too many darts I spit/ not everybody bop their head to this/ baptized with the fish betrayed by a kiss/ not wish, pray, fast, meditate/ ‘cause the love of papes is the root/ you bare corrupt fruit if you trustin loot/ Jesus is Truth/ I can’t explain it no better/ so I use it writing 26 letters/ consonant and vows, allows me to move crowds/ and mix your emotions with these sounds/ and get something incredible/ word of God edible, for the spirit/ that’s how you gotta walk/ a good one you talk/ the Lord Jesus Christ knows your thoughts/ confess, reap in the flesh and sew death/ noah and his kin’s, the last ones left from the great flood/ the Life is in the blood, God is love Elohim/ carry a mic like a thug carry heat/ as so morning to night/ don’t get caught without it/ your master is P now you bout it/ you can’t serve God and mammon/ bustin guns and cannons/ the new year, aint nothin but slugs in the air/ perpetual by beings, far from intellectual/ that I don’t give a attitude, will get you killed duke/ too many dying at youth/ Tips is my name, Weapons of War be my troops

:: Verse3 (Cheo Barbosa) ::
Little children it is the last time/ many anti-christ involved in life it’s a sign/ from the divine, woven in the scripture/ Holy Spirit encryption, far from fiction/ Truth and falsity never mixing/ your soul is in jeopardy so in the word you better be/ ‘cause knowledge is weaponry/ during spiritual warfare have armor be prepared/ mind of Christ can’t be snared/ don’t be deceived to wickedness cleave/ hold tight to false light, abomination in sight, of Yahweh/ what to say come judgment day/ lead astray, seek salvation today/ give you fair warning like jonah to the ninovites/ sodom and gomorra perished in their vice/ proven, heretic, been told twice/ price of peace to say the least/ while the most is destined to roast/ when He takes the ghost, and power, glory, and justice to the utmost/ Lord of hosts/ wonderful counselor, made every ounce of ya/ from blood cells to mitochondria/ all and all sending out a beckoning call/ to stand tall and crash lucifer’s wall/ who fell like jericho’s wall/ from paradise, cause he had the gal to think his way was right/ and with him a third of the hosts took flight/ who sling fiery darts with all their might/ so use your third eye sight

:: Verse4 (Mick Carbo) ::
I’m a man child, born wild with my own style/ entered in with original sin but now born again/ the blood of Christ give me spiritual life/ Jesus comes like a thief in the night/ be prepared for the light it burns bright/ consumes everything in sight/ now there’s nothing left, you vexed, no cest, no provisions for your flesh/ torment 100% no less/ ever lasting winter with no coat/ eternal hell fire, no water for your throat/ non-believers take note/ the first book ever printed was the one that God wrote/ don’t cover sin with a cloak of maliciousness/ revenge is not business/ God-body where no skizm is/ my sons lay scripture where the rhythm is/ ancient tablets renewed we spread the gospel for food/ only power from on high keeps the evil eschewed/ I rock amidst a cursed generation and a snipers brood/ surrounded by snakes, hypocrites and fakes/ your enemies are those of your own house hold/ it’s the Truth so don’t oppose/ the testament new or old/ stack wisdom not gold and watch the prophesies unfold

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