Stephen The Levite:

I'm ready to die, no Biggie, i die, no biggie

I'm more alive, and his kids be multiplying so quickly

I know my role is replaceable

Ain't the only one capable of saving souls

From the flaming holes, when his grace is exposed

The same seed that raised me from the grave be

The same speech to lace beats when saints speak

Divine DNA preached, switch off the safety and spray seed

With AK speed, making babies

AKA believers, brothers of Jesus

Sons and daughters redeemed for the spread of His seed plus

Glorifying the Reaper who sews through a preacher

Then calls his people speak up, the cycle is genius

His disciples are means of discipleship

Giving life is a part of the life you get

When you spit what the Bible spits

He died for sinners not rides with spinners

Or stupid seasonal trends that pass by like winter

He's the first fruits from grave, who produced the first fruits of all that he saved which includes parts of all that he made

We're the Son's raised, more glorious than the sun's rays

But the Lord is scorching others that's Son blazed

Cause sin is dumber than the attire of younger women in summer

And like their skin your sin should be covered

Before the Son was covered in skin sent to cover our blunder with the skin of another our redemption was covered

Get it? Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall? Alright