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The Collective - Blood Bath
(from the album The Collective)
© copyright 2013

Hook: Stephen the Levite
Who’s The Collective? Timothy, Levite, and the Blacksmith/
Sinners saved by grace wrapped in a strange package/
What’s the Objective? To give cats the music their 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 passion 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/
And Who is control of the patterns of weather/
Can snatch up your life and smash you forever/
‘Cause instead of God you preferred cash and some sex, bruh/
So fasting in Mecca or a Catholics best stuff/
And all your best acts are GHASTLY–they’ll never/
Pass on the standard He has as His Measure/
You’ll crack like a pretzel under His Majesty’s Scepter/
‘Cause you treat Him as trash–you’re 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 Compassion, however/
So He became Man and He passed through our sector/
His precious blood that He splattered can cleanse ya’/
(When) 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/
So run to Him needy as if a beggar/
You have to confess that you’re actually messed up/
So believe in Him as Advocate, Shepherd, your Master and Treasure/
He’ll capture, impress ya’/
You’ll live happily ever after with pleasure/
Forever–He’s the Main Attraction and Center!

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 flowing floods cats come close, approach/
The Utmost, hung for the cut throats and dumb folks/
Up goes the One rose, dust hole is unclosed/
None stole, tons behold Him up strolling; 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 masses/
Clashing 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 no there ain’t a defense 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 feud with; 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 its restraint ends/
And be one of the crushed grapes He bathes in.

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 you can hashtag assemblers/
And spit what we bit from the fruit like Mac emblems/
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 wack cook burnt/
Forsake your boasting and toss all your hopes on/
The King who was slain for the lost and heart broken/
So stop trying to rule like Genghis Khan or some Cesar/
And come get with some conquerors like Joshua and Jesus/
Hope He knocks on your hearts door and kicks it off the hinges/
Or just creep 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/
And though it’s rugged like you’re broke and you’re toughing your way through college/
Oh, you gonna 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/
The Collective, Timothy, Levite and Da Blacksmith/
Blessed by the ruggedest tracks from Theory Hazit/
We rep Christ whether at home or abroad/
Gripping mics and living life to the glory of God

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