I am as serious as a heart attack to attack hearts delirious who need a triple bypass
Father son spirit is the medical kit equip with rhetoric to make this emcee last
Jump start your heart palpating for the gospel
I'm just a hip hop nozzle
Flowing with the blood of christ this mic device
To paint the town red wake up the dead
Gospel rap mixed like hash and henrock
Your headsnock grimlock call me dinobot
Pop-lock top notch yeah i rock spots
Rapping for jesus who was nailed with three shots
I count all things as dodo to pursue
The knowledge of christ who through you can move too
I ain't cuckoo this ain't no vodoo i spkew
Life is a question here's a few clues

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Lift up the banner
Bring down the manner
Shout to the top of your lungs hosanna
Check out the grammer
No propaganda praise the lord is what we say in atlanta

It's the beginning of sorrows no promise for tomorrows
Rumors of war time is only borrowed
Government disputes lead to marching troops
It's getting sick
From new york to gaza strip
False teachers after money using the pulpit
Sex and weed indeed is making your soul bleed
The mind is the battlefield and the flesh is weak
Suicidal thoughts are caught up in the brainstem
Contemplating spirit is aching
Searching for solutions in the hip-hop nation
Death is calling your hand cause you tried to bluff
Climbing the tower of babel was it high enough
Nah! i don't think so
Tear down your shingles watch the light sink through
In your heart and mingle
Too many constipated by cars, clothes, etc.
But jesus got the enema

I'm on this track rollerblading
With helmet of salvation
Strap to proclaim who frees the heavy laden
Saving made men is his occupation
Eternal employment never leaves or forsakes him
The boss endure the cross over two thousand years ago
And blood still flows
Through mountainous plains, seas, and desert terrains
Through space and time penetrating human frame
So many treat him like needles take his name in vein
Bre'dren let him in
He is the perfect excedrin
Who heals men in all shapes and spectrums
For truth i've been 90 proof in hip hop since queens
Seen it all happen
Broad slappin' to jaw tappin'
Poor rappin' and more cappin'
We keep fasting knees bent heads snappin'
Nets casting like an alaskan
For souls in this ink sea swimming beneath the industry
Mark j. at the tip of hell with a rod for god fishing
For the one who died on a wood made of gopher
The ultimatum the same jehovah or cobra