[Precise]

Yo I'ma sign of the times, heart and soul in the rhymes

Grab hold of your mind and give sight to the blind

Every line I design, spit life to your mind

Don't like me, it's fine but the Christ gotta shine

Did crime for the rent, sip wine getting bent

Every time, came and went, tryna find what it meant

Meant God and He changed that, Co. rearrange that

Now when I talk, some say, you a strange cat

[Corey Red]

Ayo it's like this

When KRS dropped Criminal Minded

I had the heat on the block, I was criminal minded

I'll put the heat to your knot, I was mentally blinded know I mean?

The devil had my mind ....

My style was gutter, the streets was ill like Vietnam

Forget your chick, I rather try to talk with your mom

Walk with your moms, arm and arm to the tell, lights out

But I'm no longer living grimey, I'm Christ out

[Corey Red]

My flows hard, walk with the armor of God

I'm not laughing, I stay strong arming for God

I'm like Samson, but I already ran through Delilah

So I ain't even tryna hold hands with Delilah

You's a thug in the street with a love for the street

In the club with your peeps with your tongue in a freak

Now you busting your heat, spilling blood in the street

If it ain't the Son you seek, you run with the beats

[Precise]

You can run with your peeps, getting ones in the street

Bust guns in the street 'til you under the street

Preacher reading the Psalm, 23rd to your mom

Tryna understand how you under 30 and gone

Now your seed is alone in the Cold War zone

Take a guess what he do, by the time he all grown

So I offer the Lord when I spit through the cord

Engineer feel the power when he mix on the board

[Precise]

I go back like emcees and rope chains

Black people and Soul Train

Mami I would've given you propane to bag that

Did a 180 instead of tag that

Offer you the Christ, the cross, hoping you grab that

Straight from the Island like the Verrazzano

Black and italiano play together on Satan's piano

Never sells out

I rather push me a cab than to hide Jesus just to push me a Jag

[Corey Red]

Now you can murder me by emptying a nine in my head

But when Christ return, I will rise from the dead

The crews my nine and I'ma hit you right in the head

Instead of bleeding you'll be leaking all the lies you were fed

We into souls before Platinum and Gold

But if we go Platinum and Gold we reach more souls

Not ashamed of the fact we Christ out

Like an ill punk rocker, who smoke dust with green hair, spiked out