V.1

I'm so underground, even commercial, I can't be pop

I'm like Kobe in the zone, I can't be stopped

Can't be locked, can't be topped

You don't wanna get shot little homie where you can't be Pac

Can't be Biggie, can't be Big L, forget it

Stop rapping about the street life if you never lived it

My flow major while you a hater

And through the internet my rhymes circle the globe like the equator

I'm from thе opposite of a small town

Cats walk round with four pound

Little four round, you stumble and fall down

Flat on your back looking up at God

Thinking to yoursеlf, I don't wanna be hard

Thinking, I rather be in the library reading

But too late, now you bleeding, body leaking

Vials bust, seeping, now you stinking

All that dirt you sowed in the street, now you reaping

V.2

Some say there's no God, it's you who's real

Others say there's many gods and it don't matter to who you kneel

Others say searching for truth is just too real

But I'ma say, Jesus is the truth revealed

Youth get killed while they party on Capitol Hill

For the love of money, animals kill

I was evil like that house in Amityville

My mind was a cavity that depravity filled

But by the power on the blood spilled on Calvary Hill

I'm free, the Kingdom of God I happily build

In a war people die, blood have to be spilled

But it's only the righteous who celebrate after we killed

Resurrection, new body, that's when we healed

In the meantime, on the mic my raps will be real

You know the devil have to be real when instead of the government

It's the "people of God" who end up having me killed

V.3

I be looking at women's tennis, but I ain't gon' front

Sometimes I'm not watching the ball, I'm looking at butt

Lust of the eyes bust out my eyes

Like can I testify as I touch the sky

Back on the earth, I'm blasting a verse

That hopefully will keep one of these kids out the back of a hearse

So many years I was rapping a verse, you laugh and it hurts

But I'ma laugh best coz the last will be first

I went from robbery to loving harmony

Speaking prophecy in the industry

Matrix, I'm the anomaly

That when the system crash from a spiritual blast

I be rhyming with the ...

The last two bars was over your head like

When Jesus Christ rose from the dead

So while you out there having sex and thuggin it out

I pray the hook stay in your head, time's running out