Yeah
 The once lost  disciples    now found
 Bound  together  forever

 Verse One:

 As I embellish  mentally I nourish
 Resuscitate a mindstate that has perished  you shall inherit
 his blood I require back  to Earth
 we rise out of spiritual darkness  six thousand year curse
 The lost disciples  bound  to the midst of the
 bottomless pit  trapped behind the gates of the wicked wilderness
 I hear the sound of the trumpets, blowing across the heavens
 It's calm -- prepare, for the storm, of the seven
 Shabazz, the Disciple, the holy, exalter
 Condemning those, who sacrificin, babies on the altar
 I hear the cries of innocent black babies who are aborted
 and unmercifully slaughtered
 Loud screams echo, skulls of angry slaves
 turning over in their graves
 The white sheets are like white flags, you need to wave it
 To the soldier, of the Lord, the warrior King David
 I come to kill and crucify, those who trick and lie
 In the eyes, of the most, high
 The pale-face, devil race, caucasoid germ
 Grafted, from original, black man's sperm
 Thin-blooded weak, grafted-brain punk
 Your power's a third of mine, you drunk funky skunk
 How dare you use Jesus name to shell your filthy religion
 My tongue be the sword, to slash you with precision
 The justice system is his, the court'll only acquit him
 And eighty-five percent of y'all are going to hell with him
 The walls of hell, are closing in, disciples, we rose again
 the Sunz of Man, chosen men
 Like lightning, striking, from the East
 The Holy Psychiatrist, 4th Disciple, and Killah Priest
 Unlimited volts, of energy, striking, the enemy
 The righteous vicinity, death be the penalty

 Chorus:

 So come on and swing it low, sweet chariot
 Pick up your righteous load, and yo then carry it
 To a new home, and i-dentity
 For my people, death'll be the penalty
 Uhh, and for my folks I mad a-love
 Keep your eyes on the prize and you'll rise above
 And yo Shabazz, make sure you sing it loud enough
 Peacein out to the righteous stay rugged and rough
 And y'all get on down, come on now get on down
 Swing it low sweet chariot... get on down
 Come on now get on down, swing it low sweet chariot

 Interlude:

 Lawd, I'm in this culture
 The microphone and I'm joinin
 Sharpen your sword, we must be aware
 Them trick knowledge, they use to de-ce-ive us
 You've been plagued with the mental di-se-as-es
 You worship false portraits of Je-eh-s-us
 The grafted image, of worshipping Ce-as-ea-r

 Verse Two:

 I hear the snap of my great great grandfather's neck
 in a noose, hangin from a fuckin tree whipped-in mentally
 abused, visions of great great cousins
 Runnin across the field, unarmed
 Ran down, and killed
 I be the star to dispel the darkness
 Cast upon your soul by inhabitants of Mount Caucus
 Who praise the dead, and not the true and living
 Killed Jesus and said, that he died for their religion

 Chorus

 Swing it low now
 Swing it low now (sweet chariot)
 Swing it low now (sweet chariot)
 Swing it low not (sweet chariot)
 Pick up the righteous load and yo carry it