Avengers ft. Hopeson

Middle of the desert basking in the scorching sun

Salty waters it was torture life of the broken ones

How could we be on the run we're the chosen ones

We seeds of Abraham is survivors of Noah's Flood

We was promised milk and honey tropical climate

Ark of the covenant custodians of the knowledge

We was chased by your pharaoh's

I felt broken demolished it gave me power I vowed to own the dollar

I'm bound to make them prouder I'll take one for ancestors

Two for avengers my brethren destined for Power

We are Rabbi's and scholars scribing Kabbalah

Scribing the volumes in Torah stacking entendres