It's my idiom

"It's just the way that I talk yo"

"I couldn't be nobody else"

It's my idiom

"It's just the way that I talk yo"

"I couldn't be nobody else"

Let me explain why my sound is singular

Idiomatic: beats and rhymes vernacular

‘Cause erratic are the trends

My aim is that my sound transcends the static

So on the scripture it depends

Rather than to lend itself to simply what sounds hot

It's ok to be ourselves, let the falsehood stop

Man, when I'm caught in comparison

I take my thoughts captive like a garrison

Execute the flesh

Chopping heads like a Saracen

Adamant that God creates and sustains

I submit my will to him, trust his word through the pain

So even if I don't sell a single disc

Or get thrown in dungeons

With shackles tight around my wrists

In light of his love I'm confident it's worth the risk

Cause He gave it all for me, so how could I resist?

It's my only choice

Moisten my tongue with the water of the word

Unobscured, I’ll put my voice ‘til it's heard!

It's my idiom

"It's just the way that I talk yo"

"I couldn't be nobody else"

It's my idiom

"It's just the way that I talk yo"

"I couldn't be nobody else"

I'm from the tribe of humanity

Write like a scribe for my sanity

Living in the hive, without God it's all vanity

So I redirect my search search to the pages

Professed by the prophets, espoused by the sages

Timeless: always retains relevance

Elegance in the style

Is spirit inspired eloquence

Since we're instruments, I’m the horn or the trumpet

Expound on events like the words of a pundit

Eternally important was that Friday night

When the infinite imputed righteousness to the finite

And in the process to the dead gave life and to the blind gave eyesight

Now through the Logos he redeems todos

So you'll excuse me if hip hop is my topos

Proud to be unique

Como yo there's muy pocos

The Lord’s conduit

To betray my own blueprint, is incongruent

It's my idiom

"It's just the way that I talk yo"

"I couldn't be nobody else"

It's my idiom

"It's just the way that I talk yo"

"I couldn't be nobody else"

Born and raised with both parents

A godly household

Lived on the missionfield

I call this land home

This child speaks different, alternate terminology

Raised to think distinct

I differ in psychology

Abnormality made me conscious of the fight

To define my personality

Construct my own reality

Perhaps it contributed to my musical taste

But even if it's true I'm not gonna put it to waste

Somehow I know that it's natural

An aspect of that is that the growth will be gradual

Ever since the day that I was given a name

A tapestry of events was woven

For me to carry the flame

Inspiration in the brain I'm stimulated to etch

I see a picture in my mind what I write is a sketch

These musical tones embedded in my bones, Homes

Groans too deep for words

In my chromosomes you'll find poems