False Prophets

B-real:

I came here to help you with your spirituality
in the tries to find your soul to me
I wanna set you free from negativity
and all the pain you received
have faith believe in your Maker, your Master Creator
God's kingdom is at hand from sea to the sand
in the desert with spirituality origin begins
follow me to the heavens
your spirit is capable of much more than whores and liquor
and [bad word] to kill you quicker
then your Master's contempted

Duke:

How it was intented, loved above all but was my downfall by those weak in the mind
destroy one by one mankind
am I emperor, leader?
livin in your city like Che, Viva!
turned to rich residents, crooked senators,
politicians and country presidents
everybody [bad word] to the presence
end of all innocence and everything makes no sense

Sick Jacken:

Who are you? the devil or an angel?
just another stranger bringin' danger
temptation is the root to evil
what you conceal I reveal to all people
false prophets will burn to dust in the fire
bringing down your whole empire

B-real:

I gave you My Son and Moses
with the power to part the Red Sea
to flee from Egypt to be free
but many of you have turned your backs
wanna stray worship idols in your blasphemous ways
you lost faith your lack in belief is your grief
caused by mischievous deceive of the beast
tormenting your mind and soul
it's not too late before I have to turn my back
and close the gates to My Kingdom
and all the wicked burn
hear the [bad word] in Heaven
when My Son will return

Duke:

I took your faith underworld lords bring their trace
everything lives in temptations bring bitter sweet [bad word] into live in my misery space
lack of moral touch the soul of the whole human race
memories of people in the mind don't erase
you can't escape all your actions are traced
written down life story attached to your face
account to your long and winding road
listen to the [bad word] of the world
and destinies I hold

Sick Jacken 
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