It's the Jesus freak reject, display my faith with finesse

They like oh he a christian rapper, pause, eject

I am like the constant thought that you think you can repress

I pop up when you least expect, so get smart like Seacrest

Hold on let the beat rest, scratch that I gotta point to prove

Drive it in, you stay in the back wit ya 3 pointers and 2's

I'm foreign to fools, call in a coroner dude, or crawl in which corner you choose

I corner your crews, no torture is used, just leave em a bible and warn em of doom

These are the last days, the end time, but thats my religion

I won't force it on, but I will preach it, this is no opposition

I was born to rap and spread the word, with no meds or herb

People spread their ignorance so diligent, and fed my nerves

5 foot tall wit a fro like Huey, Newton, but I'm a free man

And I'd rather be living in the boondocks, than living without a reason

Team BackPack, no snapback, talking 'bout guns and you never felt it snap back

That's wack, look in the mirror and what do I see, humble ole me, class act