THE MESSENGER - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Can't rest easy ‘til it’s over now

Darkness, sun is going down

Take it for a spin and roll the windows down

Who you know came before this

Who you know makin' more hits

Who you know so underground, cuz it's going down and I ain’t talking syndrome

I ain't on that Forbes list, but I made 44 hits

Wait until you find out that this just the intro

How I'm bringing justice to this game you can call me Winslow

Rap cleric came back from down inside of Limbo

For this game perishing

Limited edition, better cherish it

I remember old tapes full of random bars

Talking 'bout the gospel but still thinking 'bout the fancy cars, I scrapped 'em

Took my demons out and then I capped 'em

I gave it up to God and Jesus dapped me up

So if you gonna give me any credit, praise the Lord before you clap it up

Used to run from problems like it's temple

Now I’m not afraid, I feel insane to y’all but my God calls me instrumental

Used to wanna call myself the hero but He made it clear

I am just a messenger cuz y'all know that we won’t be here for too long

Learned some new truths and wrote some new songs

Funny how the world will say it's just a book, it's outdated

I see that we're still slaves

Lincoln did his best in ‘63 but we still haven’t been emancipated

Ain't no proclamation have the same effect over your life

Until you let your guard down and give the wheel up to Christ, that's why I

Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill the beat and then I run it back

Michael Jackson Thriller, got the demons doing running man

So sick that you could catch it, need to put ya mask on

Better buckle in your seat, homie we gon' blast off

NASA, NASA, NASA how we goin' to the moon, like

Pastor, pastor, pastor, preacher lighting up the room, like

I be so atrocious with the flow, it's against Geneva

You can take the money and the hoes, I don't wanna see em

Take 'em out my sight, boy I'm shooting out the lights

Total blackout

WWE, I'm gonna smack down

Balling for my squad, man I'm representing team no hesi

I got angel armies at the ready

We get down and conquer, kill the hounds and vultures

We won't stop, you can cancel me I'll cancel culture

Y'all can try and stop the truth but it eludes the mortal plane of sense

Y'all just shoot the messenger but never got rid of the text

So what's next