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Friday the 13th: Hip-Hop Holocaust

Spiritual War

(Verse 1)
Out in the sticks, where wild winds blow, strollin’ a path, the groove was flow. Bumpin’ camel’s hair, a rhythm so cold, Preachin’ bout change, scripts untold.

(Verse 2)
Hoppers and honey, that's his real,
A visionary fire, untamed zeal. “Make straight the way, the Kingdom’s at hand!”, words cut ‘em deep, no time to blend.

(Hook)
One Voice, in the desert raw,
Spitin’ truth, layin’ down the law. Baptizin’, streams, preachin’ bout the Son, preppin’ for a King, the chosen one!

(Verse 3)
Flocks kept comin’, showin’ far and wide, preachers and sinners, standin’ side by side. “Turn from those ways, or that axe gon’ swing, morning star’s comin’, you ain't seen a thing.”

(Verse 4)
My man, the Way, stepped to river’s edge, respect, bowin', much love was a pledge. The sky split wide, the spirit came down, A sound from above, props all around.

(Bridge)
Callin’ out kings, no fear in his game,
Shamed the wicked, got locked in a cage. His dome on a platter, his grind was done, but his flame still burnin’, like the risin’ sun!

(Hook)

(Outro)


Lyrics By: S.H. Sydness - Crunchy Creations - 2025



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