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the.collective - blood bath lyrics

[hook: stephen the levite]
(who’s the collective?)
timothy, levite, & the blacksmith
sinners saved by grace wrapped in a strange package
(what’s the objective?)
to give cats the music they’re lacking
and international missions for anybody asking
(what’s the message?)
the lamb who was smashed on our behalf
is the master, raised from the grave and god’s wrath
it’s his p-ssion to save lost cats on the wrong path
(get the blood bath)
and your heart’s trash is all past
(it’s the blood bath)
that rids all trash from god’s ransomed

[verse 1: timothy brindle]
the one who holds all atoms and matter together
who’s in control of the patterns of weather
can sn-tch up your life and smash you forever
’cause instead of god you preferred cash and some s-x, bruh
so fasting in mecca or a catholics best stuff
and all your best acts are ghastly–they’ll never-
p-ss on the standard he has as his measure
you’ll crack like a pretzel under his majesty’s scepter!
but you treat him as trash as a blasphemous wrecker
spiritually inside, you’re the nastiest leper
’cause the sin of your father adam infests ya
it spread through your heart like a rash when it festers!
but god he’s filled with comp-ssion, however
so he became man and he p-ssed through our sector
his precious blood that he splattered can cleanse ya
he took god’s wrath, from his dad he was severed
buried in the grave but he had to just get up
the king who died is the glad resurrector
run to him needy as if a beggar
you have to confess that you’re actually messed up
so believe in him as your advocate, shepherd
master and treasure, he’ll capture, impress ya
you’ll live happily ever after with pleasure
forever, he’s the main attraction and center! (cannon!)

[verse 2: stephen the levite]
(it’s the blood bath) dove soap, scrub souls, son’s so
blood soaked cut open, young bones unbroken
love flowin’ (floods cats) come close, approach
the utmost, hung fo’ the cut throats and dumb folks
up goes the one rose, dust hole is unclosed
none stole, tons behold him up strollin’ (trust that)
one’s told to “touch holes, trust, don’t front holmes”
(i’ll come back) be consoled (the son’s wrath) will unfold
(it’s the blood bath) or the tongue lashing of the m-sses
clashin’ wit’ the master is tragic you won’t last kid
you’re asking for bludgeoning, black there’s no budging him
2 paths for running in, both add up to punishment
there’s 2 blood baths, 1 is to cleanse you
the other’s to rid the earth of the sin that’s in you
there’s no baby in that bath, just sin that demands wrath, and since it’s in you, he ends you
and naw there ain’t a defence fool (this judge doesn’t bend rules)
just a provision sent and he’s been human
it’s him with whom you’ve been dueling and losing
confused trying to refute the truth he’s using
but don’t refuse him, yes he’s gracious
but not the one to feud wit’, don’t test his patience
his time isn’t wasted, through faith you can claim a replacement
who drank wrath so you don’t have to taste it
so bathe in his grace or wait till his restraint ends
and be one of the crushed grapes he bathes in
amen

[verse 3: zae da blacksmith]
i’m just one of three collected cats to bust raps
with intentions to spread the blessed blood bath
we recruit with the truth so ya can hashtag -ssemblers
yo, we spit what we bit from the fruit like mac emblems
that’s fruit from the spirit in case you’re getting it backwards
that’s something for the critic that’s thinking i said bad word
but don’t try to get by and rely on bad good works
and fry in the fire like something a whack cook burnt
forsake your boasting and toss all your hopes in
the king who was slain for the lost and heart broken
so quit trying to rule like genghis khan or some caesar
and come get with some conquerors like joshua or jesus
hope he knocks on your heart’s door & kicks it off the hinges
or just creeps in while you sleeping on some strictly 4 my ninjas
he can bring ya to the kingdom you can enter in his flock
he might break ya but he gives a second nature like your walk
& tho it’s rugged like you’re broke & you’re toughing your way through college
oh, you gon’ learn to develop some ergonomics
i’m strapped for war and i brought a couple of friends
like peter in the garden but trust the lord’ll avenge
it’s the collective, timothy, levite & da blacksmith
blessed by the ruggedest tracks from theory hazit
we rep christ whether at home or abroad
gripping mics & living life to the glory of god

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