V.1

From Roc City streets, I spark beats complete

With spiritual meat, essential for the spiritually weak

The ... no mystery, He hold man's survival

It's on, raise your palms to celebrate His arrival

Not for me, you may say another upcoming emcee

I say, say what you feel, the Lord is real

The flows I spill, pure, heavenly vibe untamed

If we ain't checking for your secular, who's to blame?

It's not the same, if you strive for a name in this Rap game

The fortune and fame god is your aim

I maintain a clear mental, with Christ's love, clinching a pencil

Framе of mind state, it's all for the Lord, plain and simple, Hе bug

Operations critical, rappers is pitiful

Selling their soul to cop hell, tryna be marketable

Your mimicking and gimmicking is straight weird

Like females with weaves, swearing to God that's they natural hair

Stop lying, feeling yourself like that's important

A thousand idle words mean nothing, cut through your jargon

You cheap talking, I keep walking this walk humble

Giving enlightenment on how to avoid the fumbles in life

In general, exalt Christ on a pedestal

None identical to the Lord, supreme, awesome, impeccable

Lyrical gospel in stereo, let the whole world know

If fact, rewind it back, emcee's take notes

When will you learn?

You can run, but can't hide baby

When will you learn?

Right or wrong, choose your side baby

When will you learn?

Light and darkness ain't friends

You either live for Christ or you dead in your sins

When will you learn?

You can't box with God, His rank is forever heavy

More power than ever ready, you never ready

You'll always hear His voice if you're chosen

Don't front, Jesus Christ got you open

V.2

I seen a lot of emcees come and go for years

So for your blood and sweat, I shed tears

Then pray to the Lord, one time to free my mind and write a rhyme

Cook up a beat to make Chef Boyardee say magnifique

Peep the technique, you can't, wicked rhymes get vamped

Your whole style and lyrics just don't move my spirit

Hear it, your murderous vocabs don't excite me

So I spitefully write these truths divided rightly

For you cats with your brims low, looking mean

You couldn't be harder son, if your name was Kadeem

Man it seems, these vultures got the whole culture repulsive

Lost focus on God to find which emcee is the dopest

When will you learn?

God ain't concerned with your thug status

I pray He save you and you Tinseltown bound rappers

That bling image got you fooled, admit it

That weed got you smoked out and abusing women

So pop your heat, swing your buck fifty, roll dubs through the city

Spit game at pretty slimmies, pop Crissy, get lifty, rock your ice drippy

And can still bust hell wide open, if you don't choose Christ, you feel me?

V.3

If you love the Lord Jesus, throw your hands up Better yet, take it a step further and stand up

You off the chain for His name, holla & what?

It's too ugly for the world, they can't stand us

Coz we bring light to the darkness, hope to the heartless

Because we preach Jesus, they red dot us like target

But y'all just scattered sheep, turned freaks

Up on your cloud nine in the sky with slow leaks

The Lord's saying, I'm holding you down, just know me

Satan's serving the same sandwich with no meat

You strain at a flea and consume the whole heap

When it's really not that deep, the world is so sleep

Don't you get it yet?

Christ's salvation is free, take it from me

Better yet, taste and you'll see, the Lord is good

He keep your man bold in the hood

Til this body is 6 feet, laying cold in the wood