Chorus:

You in a matrix and you can't get up out it until you come to Jesus coz He's just the only Way for you to get out it, some doubt it but if you bout it then you must come to Jesus coz He's just the only Way

V.1

Enter the mind state

Infiltrate the crime zone

Same preaching new time zone

Plus your mind is blown by how the rhyme's flowing

Lines hit your brain and numb it without the yayo

In '93 I'm hustling in the cut tryna lay low

In '95 a new creature, urban street preacher

This Rap thing is cool but God gave me a lot to teach here

I preach this in the midst of life-sucking leeches

And false teachers who use Jesus to cop ice pieces

My life thesis, the gospel

Jesus through my arteries and nostrils

Check out my crew preaching the Bible

I love mics cordless, even haters applaud this

The ladies look good but a godly woman is gorgeous

If I can leave a legacy, Lord let em remember me

For preaching in the Holy Ghost, not positive energy

I offer this, He'll metamorphosis

Jesus the Christ snatching your soul out the ghost orphanage

Been waiting for a long time in the brick oven

Just waiting to spit cousin

Christ crucified and His Second Coming

Accept it or reject it, y'all don't know we was here

Crystal clear, repent, the end of the planet is near

Ayo the Holy Ghost rocks me like Japanese sake

Some say I speak cocky, I just know that God got me

And won't drop me and the gates of hell won't stop me

And Corey still will preach even if one of you cats pop me

V.2

Ayo you caught up in the matrix

And like the ghetto boys, your mind play tricks

Your soul is like I'm loving this song, your flesh hate this

Because it pull you closer to God

If police ain't get you yet

Don't even think you getting over on God

We put Christ at the tip-top even if you thugging it

Heavy Metal mixed with Hip-Hop, you know you loving it

On a block with a nine, with a lot on your mind

Let me drop you a line

Satan got a lock on your mind

He want to see you with a hole in your head, shot with a nine

In a front row careful, I spit a lot when I rhyme

I got a lot on my mind

But life without Christ just ain't the same

Like the New York city skyline

The rhyme-bringer, the double-edged sword swinger

The God-praiser, the lyrics-from-the-heart maker

I drop verbs and proverbs like Solomon

Screaming false prophets like the green goblin

My man P. is married, as for me I'm single

Speak in tongues plus English, I'm bilingual

I'm not a gangster, but yo I'm running through Rap

And like Bernie Mac, I ain't scared of none of you cats

Jesus Christ the Messiah, fact

And when He split the sky, that's when the Empire strikes back

From the ghetto out to your green meadow

The world is a jungle so let's get ready to rumble