Yeah, the way I assemble a simile Is similarly a symbol of peace in the assembly We end the beef, you see the two parties assembling Cuz, the gift without love be like the clang of the cymbal be To say it simply I marry words to bury beats Life and death in the tip of the tongue and it's very sweet Like raspberry lemonade get a taste of that Simply From the rays of the Son the best things in life are the simple things I'm a simple man all I need is a simple beat Give it soul and a hint of heat, beat it up when I hit the sheets With the ink, I don't be making music I'm making love And Jay wasn't making beats he was making drugs Watch him chop it up give you samples that got you hooked Look outs sayin' "one time" drop and book, we not the crooks Watch the jux, ministries making money that's off the books Guard your wallets and pocketbooks wolves in the flock have got you shook Big and bad, Bishop Pastor what big teeth you have That's for eating lamb, though the meats tender from beating sheep with staff Season that, before the feast you know we gone fleece them fast See the custom wool designer suit I like to keep my fashion Up to date, while i subjugate I'll take another plate Of mutton plus my cup is low fill her up with the blood of saints I'm drunk in love, money cometh from above Make 'em clap they make it rain, a ton of bucks Church is nothing but the club Stripper name is buttercup, tippers aim to butter up Tell my haters pucker up kiss the ring, sucker what You gonna do? I'm untouchable The Lord's Anointed no weapon formed could be used for thrusting through The heart of such a Scrooge Bust a move, I'll kick up my shoes and just get comfortable You can tell em it's just a ruse, trust me I'm not the one to lose My tongue is the gun I use, when it bucks all these bloody fools Will be done with their stunts to prove that I lust for the money you's A waste of time, and your hate's a crime in my Maker's eye's Self-made so you can blame my pride 'cause my maker's I Claim the prize, ain't gone wait for mine, taking this crazy ride I'm staying high, ain't afraid to die, that's the greatest lie So long as I stay alive I'll be taking tithes Living my greatest life till in the flames of the grave I abide Time to say goodbye ...say goodbye ...bye

It feels strange don't it? A dope beat with soul and some 808s on it A real rapper that's rapping no playing games on it Or singers that can't sing trying to sang on it They don't make 'em like this no mo' it got stank on it Turn it up in your speakers wrinkle your face on it Got me writing again I'm ending my break on it So come and get this work, try not to strain on it I was doing some soul searching, trying remember my love for the art It's hard when that kind of music's rarely climbing up on the charts An organic sound and an artist that's writing from the heart Not just personal like a journal but nicer with the bars But....... I'm done complaining I've come to change things It's nothing mainstream, because common sense isn't common If cats believe in total depravity as a doctrine Then it's obviously an anomaly if we get top spins The herds prefer them nursery kind of rhymes I don't like the vibe, turned off my radio back in '95 Except The Wake Up Show Strict diet like paleo Party pooper Feeling like the vegan at the barbeque or Them 4 Hebrews at the king's table Only vegetables and water steward the body and mind for God's use remain available Obey Him who is able to make his crew unflamable We know that the furnace applies to Hades too The All Consuming Fire, the True Messiah Inside the furnace with Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah Choosing who's ignited and lights up I'm reminded of Moses when he spoke to a bush that wasn't affected either The irony of the One who's described as fiery In the midst of a fire keeping his peeps in it fire free Can I emcee with that kind of meekness, I find in Jesus That can fry a beat and makes lies deceased but inspire peace? I'd like to see it, if I can reach it then Christ achieved it Not for me to say I'm a beast with the flyest pieces I'm deceived if I believe this, I received gifts Via The Free Gift who's alive though he died to free us

[Chorus] Rise and grind Rise and grind Only those work will be sure to eat So we grind and stay grounded like burger meat [Verse] Husband and Father so I loss the option to grind We gotta eat so i gotta work if not it's a crime Didn't think I was lazy, farthest thought in my mind Going through daily transformation like Optimus Prime The sun is rising on the horizon, the day is new Ain't sanctification but the industry's changing too Some thangs are cool, but the game is fooling us Jay was schooling They came with suits and a case of mula were gave them music And now it's colonized, culture sold for the dollar sign Now they make the rules if they say it's cool then we idolize Some break the rules and still make it through, and were not surprised They play into it but ain't as stupid as lots of guys They compromise, without selling out, they can walk the line And tell us 'bout the brighter side of the dotted line When not to sign, some spell it out, they drop the signs We caught the lines but rebel in doubt if we're not as wise So this is my declaration of independence Don't get it twisted my Lamp Mode family isn't distant I'm spitting with them on something coming, you'll get to listen You've been the witness of differences that commit to mission But every beginning has an ending just ask S.O It's more than business it was a friendship, just ask Esso We'll transcend in the transition it's that special But the track spins my lungs have wind and I can't rest so... [Chorus] Rise and grind Rise and grind Only those work will be sure to eat So we grind and stay grounded like burger meat

Music is like fashion, I'd rather rock something classic Than something trendy when everybody has it That's why you haven't heard me on trap yet Was never the type to follow the masses neglecting the rap heads Wu Tang forever, wallabees by the dresser Was a bit of a collector before my money was messed up Last pair I copped were vintage, made in the 70's Save them for special occasions like the wedding, these Are my steeze: Never spend more than 40 on white sneaks Or more than 25 on a white tee and it better be fly, sheesh You know this, it's gonna get old quick Might be hot for summer, next year I'll get mo' kicks Never had any Jordans, could never afford 'em They lasted longer than Jordan, if I could I'd get 4 of them Either that or some more Timbs, been cool since I was in school Ving Rames compared them to pistols Saying guns and butter, older schooling the younger It's hard to accept wisdom from dude dating your mother But you were born in the era, when Common use to love HER And some of these cats are butter, they fade away in your supper But these guns appreciate, kinda like real estate They're more valuable cause they didn't fade but originate Still touring with old stuff, filling them shows up Cause the old stuff never gets old bruh I'm thinking bout the poems in OT, heads still quote these The thoughts rhyme no matter the language that's OG And the wisdom is timeless, money sex and violence That's crazy art in the bars and relevant content From Adam to Solomon, from David to John and 'em Truly gifted but godly men writing as God's pen Who deserves the props then? The models or the God they're modeling Blazing the trail for us to follow in

[Verse] It's the verse of the month! yeah, I'm trying to bless 'em Keep 'em guessing: "what's he gonna do with the next one?" One exception, I'll be repping the kingdom of Heaven Cause my profession is my profession Even though it costs me like a hobby It won't stop me cause I know where God has called me The genre polarized but I ain't shocked G 'cause some fans got 2 faces like Shock G You gotta love it though You can't expect the beloved throne and not butt end of unfunny jokes One day they wanna wave palms and sang psalms Next week they wanna bang gongs when your tapes on They think you changed on them You may share your life and battle scars [but] they don't know you they know your avatar Can't even tell the two cats apart Talking 'bout the old you 'cause they own two products you're rapping on They don't want the bold truth but the acts performed Reason with them, it's no use, the facts are lost Some of them probably think I'm conceited For talking 'bout me when really talking 'bout Jesus Some things I identify and agree with If you follow God and He got it won't we get it? You think know folks but underestimate the depth of a grown soul And can't project the steps of his soul's growth Your perspective is so gross Such disrespect from so close What you expect from a social media post You've only seen bol [boy] through a peep hole Never see them up close You're like the heads who followed Him Till He said that He was The bread if you want to live then swallow Him Thought He switch cuz His first statements did not offend But you're the one who flipped homie let's not pretend When it hits the fan, you resent the man Ditch the plan, won't give em a hand, and you diss the fans From "hosanna in the highest" to "crucify him" But the Unleavened Bread you rejected is still rising Despite the hate and the criticizing For guidance he kept his eyes on the I am Traitors couldn't deny him his triumph Even trying buy it is unwise finance When you invest in death what you gonna reap? Do you expect to rest when you go to sleep? Can you inspect the depths when the flow is deep? When you accept your breath it ain't yours to keep You gotta let it go never hold On for so long it's no longer death's opponent Cause it can only refresh for a sec or so Before it becomes treacherous, best left alone And if even air by nature is naughty Then there's room and forgiveness for traitors in the body Inhale, exhale, on the next one It's time for me to write a new verse for next month [Chorus] The verse of the month, free like a grab bag Bars over beats like bombs over Baghdad Don't sleep, stay woke, click the hashtag Truth music got em yelling out "that's facts" Beat got a limp like a pimp strut Flows like the liquor in a pimp cup But I ain't a pimp don't let it offend ya But free stuff is strictly for Ninjas It's The Verse Of The Month!

I'm in the mood for some water ice Philly Flav's on Sundays was always nice On the way home saying "I should've bought a pint" In my mind I'm lying denying I got a vice This music's for barbecues and two stepping Good food with the crew and some old school selections Dominating in spades and yelling "who's next?" when Others stay from the table to keep the mood festive We'd sacrifice for one another Met up with PB&J once to stay under budget Philly Summers, philadelphia in abundance The fellowship was hella rich, it's us who wasn't Through the bliss I see our ignorance We tend to forget that stuff when we reminisce Nostalgia means the past comes in a different tint So I enjoy it with no plans of reliving it But I'm always down for Philly Flav's Black raspberry and strawberry lemonade Make mine a gelato though I'll regret it later Before that I'll go to the corner to get a steak I'm not the typical "wiz wit" These days I be getting bacon with chicken American cheese, hot sauce and sweet peppers Salt, pepper, oregano, I don't need ketchup The 'itis got me yawnin' Can we afford Sabrina's in the morning? You know that stuffed french toast is my jawn fam Adding syrup would be absurd, I'm goin in West Oak Lane still had the Jazz Fest then Roy Ayers, Chrisette Michelle and Brass Heaven The Art Museum after 5 on Fridays All of them cheap or free, still a fly date We might take a ride through Kelly Drive South Street in the evening, sweet potato fries Some where there's a stereo playing "Summertime" Temple radio jazz created such a vibe I just wish you could get a taste of it The many flavors of Philly making the saints covet The fellowship, the food I can't separate from it The bad calories and the healthy debates of it All of it made me who I became since I got a lot of regrets but wouldn't change it Demonstrations answering "how's The Faith lived?" And i gained weight but the wife appreciates it Can I show Him off? Imago While we out just doing life, as I go Let the one another's invite folks Into the process of being discipled Can I show Him off? Imago While we out just doing life, as I go Let the one another's invite folks Into the process of being discipled

Sorry for delay I was fasting Eating beats on the regular was fattening Was stressing over a move, needed relaxing Heard Burger again, and now I'm going back in Rise and grind but first where's the breakfast I could eat some stuffed French Toast the size of Texas Friends text us, saying "I'm mad that you left us" We tell them that we will come back if the Lord lets us We're still transitioning, plotting and planning positioning Provide for the fam and go where the mission leads And we got family that intercedes All the while God the Father is over all of it fulfilling needs Shout out to all my Philly peeps The last verse of the month is feeling like prophecy I'm fulfilling Please Hold a place for me at Sabrina's Last visit the chance slipped right through my fingers My check list got a lot empty boxes But first we gotta move in a spot and empty boxes We been occupied, but gotta find a job quick The adequacy of the stash has a time limit Getting back into, life after sabbatical Shake off the lazy habits when there's nothing I have to do So I go to bed after 2, cause watch shows That got me "Benjin" like Jon Snow's uncle Honestly I'm not feeling this Israel in the wilderness Phase, but there's much God can build from this Last year I thought I was killing it Now I'm deep in a whole, praying for the miracle of refilling it Better yet the discipline not to dig the ditch Not to scratch when there is an itch Don't get distracted the vision is Holy crap, what the vision is? I've been so off track I'm forgetting it Trying get back, let me get a pen The one I had needs revisioning The transition is wack but when it ends Fear ain't holding the fam back, we getting in

Just got back from the Rotten Apple Traffic tickets cost me about a grand so I don't plan to drive whenever travel Through NY, my memories of Brooklyn are bittersweet We were sent with seeds to help plant an Epiphany I spent the 3 years mostly driving for Lyft to eat Not a whole lot of ministry and spitting ceased Though I met many peeps overnight driving in the city Sixty hours a week, (sheesh) I'd barely get to sleep And I've got nothing to show for, my years as a chauffeur But a Spotify playlist and some dope stories Six figures last year and I needed mo' for The taxes, I still ain't paid that yet. Who's most poor? The man who has nothing but owes nothing Or the man who owes tons and has very little that comes in If they die are their kids inheriting something Or more debt, their father's regrets in form of a sum fee Trying to transition out of this transition but The transmission's stuck so pass, cause fast isn't us We gotta stay in our lane, it's been arranged and ordained We don't get to change until we've changed And I've seen what happens when cats complain The facts remain, He hasn't changed, I'm glad he's gracious Had the patience, for discipline after mad mistakes He saw past my nature and past Behavior a path to shape A path I've taken willingly, straight through Philly streets Felt like the place was meant to be Home forever but then we'd leave I guess we get to breathe reluctant stuck in MD Believing something better is coming till then we dream When they say why I say it's my nature I'm not it's slave but, sometimes it feels like I'm anchored I aim up, but can't touch, the freedom I crave 'cause The weight's too great to escape till I'm made dust... Thanos snapped and half the track vanished Bonus bars for that post credit Jerome Bettis with a toe fetish has mo' relevance I know it makes no sense let it go dead it...

Yo it's October bars roll together like a squad more/ like La Cosa Nostra rocket launcher on the shoulder with the glock holstered/ all of them, harder than, rocks boulders/ ya'll are softer than a New Kids On The Block posters, not sober// ya'll oppose us? ya'll are posers/ I'm taking downward dog yoga, so you got jokes, your not the Joker/ Father Mockers (who) roast us will not acknowledge we're doper/ and positive for the culture you flock of vultures, not sober// I'm shocking like dropping the toaster/ in the hot water and soap suds while you're washing the bowls up/ and the wattage is so tough that you're knocked to the floor busting your noggin wide open, that's kind of gross huh? not sober// I'm no Kanye to your Trump/ got the docs to expose ya if fired like Omorosa/ no apology, Oprah inspired fiery glow up/ Life's a roller-coaster I ride till I throw up, not so drunk// hope your listening closer/ like super Grover, observing these words with calm and composure/ I decided for Holloween I would become a troll/ cuz often we can be so shook/ like "he walked from the faith, cause he made a song where he's boasts!""What!?"// "I'll be tossing his old stuff/ time to alarm my followers", "already put a post up/ topics for hot for the podcast, have you stalked him social/ media, he tweeting stuff he's not suppose to, not sober// I'ma tell him it's over/ I'm not buying his products he lost me when he went over/ my head with content that I didn't get cause I'm so young/ theologically I don't wanna grow up, not sober// I just wanted to know stuff/ brag about what I'm learning and what I will and I won't touch/ I would rather explain my way out obeying most stuff/ than be challenged to buck the status quo cause, I'm not sober// For more bars for the culture/ make sure all of you critics get context when you quote us/ it's satanic attacking the saints and slandering soldiers/ faithfully like New York Cops with the quotas, not so just//

Yeah [Verse] Discontentment's the trick of the enemy getting peeps to do anything If it means they'll fulfill their dreams give 'em things they're convinced they need It can turn men to thieves then indeed you can sense the greed It can stink like the scent of weed if you steep in the stench you reek Some darker sisters think they'll be seen when their skin is bleached Get a weave to get rid of kinks bigger cheeks better fill their jeans Others would switch with me if it means they can get a penis Their squeezing their gifts in beaters all they see is... [Chorus] What's out there They look at what they got and say that it's not fair They want what they don't have and think that it's God's error That it's theirs, and it's not rare For them to have a gift you wish you had but it's not cherished [Verse] Gift implying it's given from God and not an incision Some look at they're temptations and say it ain't a decision They won't say their a slave, but in ways they make it a prison This is the way I'm made and there's no escape so I live it I will not be ashamed of my chains you hate I won't listen Say you're trying to save with archaic, ancient traditions My way's an abomination I don't obey what is written I say your interpretation's for the pigeons you should stay... [Chorus] Out there You look at what we are and say that we're not heirs He made us how we are you think that it's God's error But it's not fair, we get called weird but when injustice came you did not care [Verse] I can't deny I don't get you, but my desires are sinful I would hide them like men do, exited silence torments you Shy but trying to live through, the lies my eyes like stick to Fantasize it'd be tight if my wife can do what they can do When you get with a chick who's existence isn't through pixels And you can't switch the image the minute your stiffness dwindles Then you must come to grips when you bust through gripping your pistol You're ill equipped to give the vigor you're meant to When it's spent... [Chorus] Out there You look at what you got and say that it's not fair You want what you don't have and think that it's God's error That it's yours, and it's not rare, for you to have a gift they wish they had but it's not cherished [Verse] It stated back when the Lord put Adam and Eve the garden And told him all this yours so take of it you're in charge But don't eat from tree of knowledge of good and evil it's off limits And it comes with a cost that you can't imagine be cautious Satan makes Eve his target you can't believe when he's talking He's keeping you from your calling cause you can be just like God is Quickly Eve has forgotten all she's been given and forfeits The word of the Lord is sure he keeps his promise Now they're kicked... [Chorus] Out there She looked at what she had and said that it's not fair She wanted what she couldn't have as if God erred Cause it's hers, and it's not rare, for you to have a gift they wish they had but it's not cherished [Verse] Bruh! We pick forbidden fruit over the cornucopia The moral of them stories was, thank the Lord cause you're born with stuff Some things are for the struggle, He leaves us a moral compass To lead us informing us he is Jesus and north is up So quit ignoring what, you've been given for foreign junk The familiar's boring but when content there's no more to covet Within the borders of his forgiveness and gorgeous love We're equipped with more than enough we don't need more of what's... [Chorus] Out there We look at what we have and say that it's not fair He's given us too much but still it gets compared As if God erred, but it's rare, so Thanks giving us all up in my prayers

Perfection in my perception/ after 11 years, the reflection is clearer, and i'm the blessed one/ Glimpses of heaven from the bedroom/ the place too holy for kids to step in// it's not just sex, but our connection/ the oneness, a pic of The Son's gift through election/ pre- destined, sealed for its protection/ a bond of eternal investment none can mess with// everything Earthly has an end/ I'll treasure our time together, in heaven it's better spent/ cause we'll never sin, even our pleasure is better then/ when sex is a silhouette of something that's better in Him// it'll fail in comparison/ just to sense it you'll have to get resurrected in better skin/ clothed in white linen, we'll never sweat or enter a gym/ what's a couple minutes next to spending forever with Him// Hook: "it’s a beautiful shadow but there’s a better bliss/...so when i’m with you i get a taste of what heaven is (×2) Trying balance romance with didactic/ that's love and truth, coming from the booth, they're a couple too/ They can't split, if they're separate one gets jealous till it's tested, and proves the affair isn't authentic// It's tragic, I've seen cats trying to establish/ love in the fantastic, like planting in sand it's madness/ reality? never the plan, rosy glasses/ enabled you stare in their face and still get cat-fished// The sprout vanishes quick when the wave crashes/ friends and fam get splashed when they see they never had it/ but our tree's growing on Promised Land since/ there's milk and honey under your tongue and i gotta have it// it's kinda deep how awesomely/ the 2 compliment a pot of tea and my tea is the hottest she's/ on fire but not that kind of leaf/ I don't get high from trees/ but she's the reason i'm fly, she's like my wings// Hook and what a better way to get a glimpse/ than to get it with a kiss, to get it from your lips/ like nectar when it drips/ under your tongue/ are milk and honey, hors d'oeuvres for what is to come// gimme some girl, this is the verse of the month girl/ there's more than one this month, but it's for fun girl/ 11 years is near 12/21 girl/ we'll be creative this year, cuz you know the funds girl// but there's always hope for goodies/ you never know, we might sell a bunch of them "one flesh" hoodies/ no stacks? We still got matching tatts/ we're the winning team 11- zip that's the stats// bring it back Hook

[Chorus] These are the jazz grooves I dance to I don't need a wack dude on trap tunes Or non-rap yelling out dance moves Now here's your chance to... "clap your hands and raise your hands up high Clap your hands and raise your hands up high Clap your hands and raise your hands up high Clap your hands and raise your hands up high" If you're feeling it clink your glass too 'cause these are the jazz grooves I dance to I don't need a wack dude on trap tunes Or non-rap yelling out dance moves Now here's your chance to Clap your hands and raise your hands up high Clap your hands and raise your hands up high Clap your hands and raise your hands up high Clap your hands and raise your hands up high If you're feeling it clink your glass too [Verse 1] Got the bubbly, pouring through me (sparkling) apple cider inside of my flute please Carbonation pop in your face like a cool breeze The saint who pass on them bitter drinks like I'm Drew Brees Yup, never been addicted to liquor Never been over ten but in need of a baby sitter Never been one to get drunk, get too much in my system Always wanted to be in control of all of my senses 'cause that's the source of my tempting, never been one to give in To peer pressure, you're wasting your time if trying convincing Me otherwise, it's different if from inside If lifted it's from my pride, my sinfulness was denied Religious, in other's eyes, my image was a lie I presented, I wasn't pious, The twisted, stuff my mind Would envision, disgusting I admit it because my life Has been shifted, I'm not the guy i was then, but my struggle not At it's ending, listen, this for Christians Trying to do something different this new year Like giving yourself the limit of sipping just 2 beers The gym is, overflowing you're timid but true fear Begins with the Lord and sources your wisdom, give 2 cheers Let's get it, set your goals, be consistent Give people close the permission, to see you hold to commitments Be exposed when you didn't, we don't boast till it's finished Though we gon' toast to winning that's knowing the Ghost is in us Get your sip in... [Chorus] These are the jazz grooves I dance to I don't need a wack dude on trap tunes Or non-rap yelling out dance moves Now here's your chance to... "clap your hands and raise your hands up high Clap your hands and raise your hands up high Clap your hands and raise your hands up high Clap your hands and raise your hands up high" If you're feeling it clink your glass too 'cause these are the jazz grooves I dance to I don't need a wack dude on trap tunes Or non-rap yelling out dance moves Now here's your chance to Clap your hands and raise your hands up high Clap your hands and raise your hands up high Clap your hands and raise your hands up high Clap your hands and raise your hands up high If you're feeling it clink your glass too

(It's the verse of the month) yeah, Give me two dozen all original glazed cousin, the crew loves them your dude's bugging this fool said would choose Dunkin too dry to consume, I gotta assume you dunk'em At Krispy Kreme, I live the dream it's hot now, I get it free, the kids a genius that's six for me, then after that we split it even forgive Stephen I'm still a heathen, when I'm eating I need them vegan for wifey, so there's no need for cheatin' If peeps are reaching for mine they might be leaving bleeding I close the Box on you, paper cuts over the watch on you playin with my Donuts I'll hop on you if you're playing Donuts I'll drop for you the verse of the month, fresh and hot for you flavor will not spoil shorter than it takes for a pot to boil, it's only a taste so indulge but take control of your waist Some verses stay on the gram they be going to waste some are 30 seconds of bland, they should throw them away cookie-cutter stuff I don't entertain, too much dope in their veins they spit like they got a hole in their brains that's how I know the world is going insane, ask younger folks to explain it's better that we never know what they saying let The Weeknd fill his nose with the 'caine, you'll be bold to complain that kids would nominate it known for your hate and that's the opposite the goal that we chase, we're trying to show them His grace before Jehovah's taking over with flames In the hopes you take a hold of the faith, cause you behold in amazement like a Krispy Kreme donut with glaze

This whole last year's been crazy I'm still waiting for God to change things That won't stop me from celebrating that God saved me One year short of a score, my faith in the Lord is secure No games played this is more of a war Some battles I lost horribly scars are still sore to me Sure the victory's assured to His army Enduring this story is hard but no warrior's Formed with no warring in war there's no warning It's raw, and gets gory the darts hit and thoughts switch Unless the sparks quenched when it's blocked with That God centered logic, the law and prophets, synoptics God's writ, still rock solid longer than clocks tick The foundation I start with, i will not get Knocked off it, nor will I forfeit when the bombs hit But i might take losses for all of these straw bricks Our God's lit and flammable parts get offed quick But every L's a lesson, every trial's a blessing Every failure strengthens, there's no prevailing weapons The gates of hell can threaten, make a veiled expression My enemy isn't heat, did you see a pale complexion? I'm purified through God's training I'm not breaking I'm Vibranium, got the divine in my brain and I'm Paraphrasing the mind of Christ reigning and Not the size of my cranium, so don't start saying I strayed from Him Besides where could I hide there's no containing Him No shade in Him, all shine, both the same to Him No fading Him all fire there's no flaming Him

(Terminal Illness) I've got a virus I spit when a/ mics in sight I might quit or die with this, I'm sick/ I infect devices, papyrus/ if I can write with it, recite in it, it slides in it like// (surgical steel slits) leaving battle scars, it's more like a tatt it's art/ these people can't handle bars, unicycles that think I'm from planet Mars/ True disciples see genius and ask for more// I'm (Serving you realness) life and doctrine, eyes be watching, spies be plotting, trying to stop this, mind your walk when lies get tossed online they spark a fire engulfing minds who got this// (inferno to deal with) call the firemen where you're residing is now an environment that takes the lives of men, though He died for them/ the sin from your tongue smoke filling His lungs like This Is Us, we live because of what He did for us (be certain you feel this)// remove the calluses you've confused your Challengers with the fools who silence us, the truth can balance this if you could handle it/ crued practices skew analysis (the hurt that you feel is)// all in your mind, call it a crime, no officer finds the cause of your crying, the loss is their time/ you probably should have talked to the guy instead of getting lost in the hype/ thought you was right, now it's awkward to type/(I urge you to chill with) them rush judgements, assumptions, from a little of nothing, clips with subscipt, defensive punks with lips that sunk ships/ fronting like they're above the dumbness (insert a "get real" gif)// these trolls get personal real quick/ attempted murder with peeled lips, until Jesus returns to heal this, I keep the circus at will's length/ while I steal sips of the ginger ale. I'm still sick

Thought I was gonna shave for a job that I wanted the other day/ I was saved from putting that kind of bondage on my face/ not a slave to the razor, facial lacerator/ I don't need a baby face 'cause I'm the baby maker// besides who decided the sign of maturity/ would be how well you can hide the prizes of puberty?/ I do what I gotta do for my family/ but this is not the kind of L I would take happily// when Dave's men were sent back half shaven/ he sent them away to hide until their beards came in/ know why he didn't prescribe to shave them?/ the shame would've remained, lions were made mane-less// that's the kind of stuff that makes a baby cry/ something is wrong with daddy's face come take me Mom/ a beard also lowers the chances/ of your wife receiving another man's advances// this is where pogonotrophy and theology/ meet properly fighting the culture of the colony/ they say strange things associating/ clean and shaving they need educating// they don't know the role it plays in facilitating/ the evaporation of perspiration// shade in the qsummer heat in the winter/ protection from sun rays and wind plus/ even Jesus had a beard/ so trying to be Christ-like and shave is weird// Cause Adam had a beard not (peach fuzz), Moses had a beard not (peach fuzz), Abe had a beard not (peach fuzz), David had a beard not (peach fuzz),

Too much going on too much is happening/ it's been hard to focus there's so much happening/ my time management skills haven't been adequate/ never the cat for panicking but the weight on my back is im//pacting the way handle it, feel like I'm Atlas/ but facts say that is inaccurate/ isn't matching, it's just not as bad as I can imagine it/ it's just a matter of packaging the angle of the analyst// snap the flick, catch me tripping dropping all the balls/ my juggling skills unappealing, to pick them up I got to pause/ spot the cause and block it off plot its fall/ but it's possible it's just a lot of balls//I got to draw the line or I'm a drop them all the time/ I'd rather lose a ball than the marbles I call my mind/some of y'all are stressing, over a full plate won't pass on the seconds/ matter of fact you want extra dressing// it's a blessing to have something to do/but make sure that you get your rest in, the Sabbath was meant for you/ not the opposite, God's watching us, willing to do what he's gotta do to stop us, and remind us that we gotta rest//

The gates of hell can't prevail x4 When people say they can lose salvation I laugh/ trying to end an eternal life is like trying to cut infinity in half/ you do the math, if it's fruit that you have it's proof you will last/ and lasting fruit isn't pseudo it's produced not manufactured// many can't see the difference I understand the confusion/ some trees have bad seasons got branches in need of prunin'/ won't bloom at the time expected, but if the Vine is connected/ then God has elected them to be bodily resurrected// perfected until they're perfect, protected because they're purchased/ injected with an endurance, our swear could never assure us/ we'll never get what's deserved cause Heaven sent us the Cure/ Now our residence is secured for the New Heaven and Earth//

First time He came he changed water to wine/ the next time he's crushing the grapes, blood of the Vine/ the Son is Divine the judgment is finally coming/ the swine committing crimes, have been denying us Justice// the entire structure of government's been biased for hundreds/ they say numbers don't lie before they lie with the numbers/ his fiery eyes dividing your guise and cunning/ you'll run and hide for nothing, He's gon' find you dummy// the time is running, He arrives you're tried and punished/ no testimony required, no replying to summons/ no lawyers are hired 'cause they're all in line with the others/ cops and judges, politicians and all them above us// all who conspired and turned blind eye to our suffering/ incentivized by Enterprise, and hide from the public/ criminalize through bias those high on a substance// while criminals hide behind the blue line and you cover 'em/ their wives suffering violence, blue silence be hushing/ it's all in the files only the blood of Christ can cover it/mean while the law's defiled and your piling up judgment// I said only the blood of Christ can cover it/mean while the law's defiled and your piling up judgment//

Jesus loves me this I know Because the word of God tells me so So if y'all know God and the Bible how y'all don't know You say you do but y'all don't show So I'm saying bro, Jesus loves me this I know Because the gospel shows me so So if y'all know God and the gospel how y'all don't know I mean, you say you do but it don't show I don't get it yo The money says in God we trust These days I wonder which God this was You flip it over a slave owner is staring back, mocking but It serves me when I got it bruh Somebody asked me if being woke made me happy, ain't it obvious You think the truth is problem cuz? Like if I'd do this over I'd take the blue pill, you on that stuff? I'd rather stay sober, y'all get drunk Enjoy your party I'm home with the politically homeless You polar opposites be throwing them stones quick I'm in the middle ducking tempted to throw my own bricks Instead I'm trying to build, I'm in need of my own crib Hopefully with a field, we can harvest our own figs Something that adds wealth I can pass to my own kids Thought I was doing well, things changed since COVID But I'm grateful for my health, almost feels like I'm boasting I tell em wear a mask I know people at home sick Know some people who passed I wasn't totally close with Christians wanna politicize that's what I don't get When conspiracists theorize, spread it like go sip You know I mean gossip, that ain't really a simile If these two do not different am I speaking figuratively? I guess I got side tracked, but that's what they do, right? Got you trying to special when you oughta just do right Now we're back on the topic, how will they know us? Do we leverage our politics, our let it control us? Are we just being selfish, concerned with our own stuff We don't think of the needs of the folks we don't know plus Our votes suck If your Jesus is American, He ain't the one "there might be another sun" If He don't speak for the voiceless, son, he ain't the one "there might be another sun" The hypocrite who always sides with the rich? I'm ain't convinced "there might be another sun" The white supremacist trying to lynch all of the ni... "there might be another sun" The kind of Jesus who don't want his bride, cool with pride "there might be another sun" You know the one that be drunk and loud, one of the crowd "there might be another sun" The white guy, surrounded by white folk, it's a lie though "there might be another sun" Gandalf staffing, COVID blasting, yeah I'm laughing Jesus loves me this I know Because the word of God tells me so So if y'all know God and the Bible how y'all don't know You say you do but y'all don't show So I'm saying bro, Jesus loves me this I know Because the gospel shows me so So if y'all know God and the gospel how y'all don't know I mean, you say you do but it don't show I don't get it yo

We being the last missionary/ the pastor cast the vision that's passed from the buried/ whose tracks we have for living, the path isn't varied/ as fads and fashions fizzle we classic you hear me?! // "We can show you The Way" The Truth, The Life, The Lamb, son of Mary/ obeyed when ruthless types had planned he would carry/ the thing that crucifies but can't keep him buried/ He raised and proved the righteous last through the fury// to die is gain, we laugh 'cause cry is pain/ we don't wallow in sadness, ride in His name/ it's a hollowed task, won't grind in vain/ 'cuz He swallowed the wrath, despised the shame/ if we follow his path, we'll rise the same// He's the Forerunner, opened the door for more of us/ before us went to secure it He sure loves us/ I'm sure of it, we're all coming all His beloved/ The Lord's coming's going to be raw, His sword tongue is/ bringing that Law and order without a court summons// His Kingdom come, his will be done/ He shields us from His wrath, cause He killed His Son/ spilled a ton of plasma, The bill in sum/the deal is done the chasm he healed us from/ is sealed and none can fathom what's still to come//we're here to give you a taste though, we'll judge angels, if we don't know fair it's shameful/Jesus said beware of the Pharisaical/ who create disparities impairing the faithful/ American similarities embarrassed the saints so// I'm speaking about the remnant Christians who get it/ the ones who bear fruit of repentance/ the ones who have ears for the truth cause they live it/ not the ones who share values with the hypocrites/ you'll know 'em by their charity and proof it's authentic//

It's the worst when the work works against you, that's the curse of Adam, thorns and thistles/ The work isn't the curse it's beneficial/ but the curse is what makes the work so difficult// What does it mean to be the king/ have authority to reign and name created things/ even your queen, Your teammate, equated in her being/ but given a role that's different, both gifted a dream// Sub supreme, none among them higher in esteem/ Even Eagles in the sky recognize the fly genes/ maybe that was Satan's motivation, He wanted the power that God gave him/ tried to manipulate to replace him// if only they realized what they had/ maybe they wouldn't have betrayed, disobey their Dad/ discontentment turn to resentment and attempt at ascension/ ending with the quickest eviction// but not without a full description of the consequences/ blending sorrow and hope of redemption/ If I could summarize Adam's curse/ creation rebels against man 'cause man rebelled first/ The Lord's trying to show us what it's like to/ have authority over jawns trying to fight you// this is why when you're grinding on your job/ You always find an obstacle to some kind of problem/ someone tried to call the Murphy's law/ like it hasn't been Adam since the day of the fall// the expectation stayed the same/ we're called to produce fruit subdue terrain and reign/ the curse may have changed the game/ but the aim's still represent His famous name// We see it best when our Savior came/ he spoke peace to the sea and the waves obey him// that was a foretaste of the kingdom/ the power over the curse he brings them/ the curse he bore over his brow, figuratively/ they made the thorns into a crown, literally// that's why he died saying it's finished/ he completed his work despite the resistance/ His life was the price of redemption/ He gives us grace and strength in our fighting against sin// but that's because the redemption was cosmic/ the earth groans waiting to be made free from hostage/ this is why all work kind of depicts this/ by nature you're bringing creation into submission// If you bring order where there is chaos/ or even destroy things to make room for the greater/ you inherit that skill from your Creator/ there's common grace in the ways that we model our Maker// so even though it's tainted by our nature/ the imago dei is defaced but not erased from/ our labor, and our days off, you should take some/ at least once a week, do nothing and stay home// cuz even the Lord would step away to rest and pray/ and the Father took off on the 7th day// enjoy your foretaste of the day when/ all forms of thorns and thistles are done away with/ then we'll praise him whom we reign with/ who's straining earned us all eternal vacation//

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We need promos, logos, and more photos/ but for the low though because we do it for the Lord though/ you don't know I'm broke for sure bro grossing no dough/ so i be at my other job plotting, popping them nodoze (I'm exaggerating but)// they properly prop me for vocals/ I'm "so dope" but can't seem to get a feature or mo' shows/ i guess that's what happens rapping for grown folks/ youth groups are new every year, they don't know old folks (that's no joke)// CHH is a strange place/ we think that we have to call it that to proclaim faith/ but Paul's gospel wasn't bound by chains, gates/ or them fake haters who hate fakes, I remember the name change// it hasn't even been called the same thing/ for a decade yet so that can't be main thing/ rappers and fans on social media gang bang/ "(are) you Christian Rapper or not, what set you claim mane?"// but I have a dream the for the next era cuz/ rappers should be judged by the content of their characters/ we rep the kingdom but we look like America/ prejudice over labels is less than what He expects of us// it doesn't profit me to be moderate/ it's not the popular thought on the topic of genre picks/ but I've been trying to be honest (get it) so if you got a problem with it/ y'all ain't gotta dig it, God is with us// Hook: I don't do it to get the props now/ my treasures up in heaven. It's in the cloud/(...It's in the cloud/...It's in the cloud?)// yeah, I need that daily bread now/ but my treasures up in heaven. It's in the cloud/(...It's in the cloud/...It's in the cloud?)//

Let us begin It's The Verse Of The Month again DILLA DRUMS I go hard like DILLA DRUMS She got rhythm like DILLA DRUMS Nothing like riding them DILLA DRUMS Nothing hits like DILLA DRUMS Play loose, keep it tight like DILLA DRUMS Yeah, I let 'er ride like DILLA DRUMS Banging in the whip, crack the windows Had to turn it down when the pigs close Got the champion sound, the official They had to kiss the ring when we slid through The funk's in the trunk, hear it rumbling Pink cookies in a bag, crumbling Most coveted none touching it I'm cuffing it in covenant Thick snare make you wanna clap I am ensnared, but it's not a trap Kids stare, talk a lot of cap 'Cause the rhythm is rare, make you wanna rap It's got a natural bounce too kids Synthetic sounds could never outdo it Yeah, It's not dance music It's good music that makes your wanna dance to it The way the grooves be shuffling I'm digging it, every day I'm shoveling Beats that are relief from suffering Soulful sounds you find comfort in Hook: Dilla Drums Throw your hands up if you're feeling em Nobody got iller drums Put em up if you're feeling 'em Bridge: You got Dilla drums The sauce is heavy, the love ways a ton Intoxicating fragrance, I'm feeling dumb Put the bass in my face, give me some You got Dilla drums The sauce is heavy, the love ways a ton Intoxicating fragrance, I'm feeling dumb Put the bass in my face, give me some Hook: Dilla Drums Throw your hands up if you're feeling 'em Nobody got iller drums Put em up if you're feeling 'em Creative ways to say this Cryptic, entendres, coded language Give Him praise with the tambourine It's got a peel/(appeal) like a tangerine Taste it inhale the fragrance Alabaster box gets smashed but not wasted Haters hate when they can't get Their over estimation of self reciprocated Ointment for the anointed Poured on the head till the oil drips Man's is high value Nah, I don't define it like Samuels The holy place ain't the market This is the temple not Target The altar's where bodies are offered Set apart but not sold though blood bought this The first time had you wondering The next time hit different like "come again?"

I have the desire to be inspiring Lift you higher than what has been transpiring Kinda like hearing a choir sing Setting you afire with hope the Messiah brings Our minds are requiring rewiring For higher things that bring us together like dryer cling It's a product of the Divine re-siring We're not just hirelings but the heirs of an entire kingdom The time of the empire is expiring The King's ire is growing as they acquire things Conspiring while denying He's Umpiring It's like building a pyre being plans for retiring Or squiring without any plan to buy her bling Or being the Hobbit from The Shire who finds the ring Or trying to apprentice under 45 without the hiring The end is firing if you're inquiring But in Christ those perspiring, find a spring Though the work is tiring it's enlivening And rest is like a required thing Cause (finding) a time to breathe shouldn't be something that's few and far between We won't always be on harsh side of things There's hope for those of us with dire needs It might get worse, but then a time of peace And all believers enduring famine will find a feast There's gonna be 2 feasts when the Lamb Returns 1 for the Wedding, 1 for a rack of birds The multi-cultural New Man will be at the first But at the latter those who divide us get the wrath deserved Here's a mystery that we take for granted He's the author of every family in the planet Diversity was his strategy that's the way He planned it There's nowhere I'd rather be, no other way to have it

(we must be in love, we must be in love) Folks think when they see us on social media... (We must be in...) After having the sex & prayer challenge I had to toast my Valentine, grab the wine Chalice I'm glad you're mine, and that we got a gratifying marriage We strategize to keep in a satisfying status The Mastermind had us Cross paths a rack of times, that's divine planning To magnetize, a man and wife, can't deny that it's Rather wise, you see without magnifying glasses A decade and a half of my crap and you haven't left, it hasn't been dandelion slappin The whole time, I wrote rhymes, half of mine bragging You're so fly, a gold mine of many fine talents We still got crappy time management Dates could better if cats would try planning Ahead and not at the last minute, but that's minor light of trying to imagine my life without my bad misses Hook: (we must be in love, we must be in love) I mean if we in Christ and Christ is love then... (we must be in love) (we must be in love, we must be in love) That's the redefinition that I'm giving (we must be in...) That 16 went quickly it's free but some will still think he gyped me Tip me, it's tempting to slip a feature in this beat Take 12 off and let Trish speak TeaBells: Not sure they ready for real talk You like it when I dutty whine on you then we walk Straight into our marriage bliss, give me a kiss Im talkin' freely cuz of Jesus and the dopest therapist Im so ecstatic we this far 14 years and 4 kids got us a reservoir Of Talents and skills we out here using for reels Seeing God open the doors got me all in my feels So glad he restored what we lost in the storage No more looking back, now we pushin' it forward To more of what we prayed for, so much to explore Strictly waitin' on The Lord That’s gone be our reward Hook: (we must be in love, we must be in love) I mean if we in Christ and Christ is love then... (we must be in love) (we must be in love, we must be in love) That's the redefinition that I'm giving (we must be in...)

They ignore the authority of the author They didn't come for the conversation they came to conquer The caucasity is all part of the battle strategy You wanna win let morals in you lost automatically So naturally your friend in the battle is apathy What kind of warrior isn't casual 'bout the casualties Or you can jack these cats for their humanity Nobody cares if you kill an animal when you have to eat And empathy only humanizes the enemy It can be tempting even to listen to these with sympathy But you can't do that and remain objective And by objective I mean rejecting all other perspectives Cuz ain't that the point of apologetics To keep the log in your eye while exaggerating how big the spec is? Or better yet treat them like they're another religion Cuz isn't it? Nationalism isn't REALLY Christian I'm just saying though where's the lie bruh, Those who push whiteness have BEEN hiding among us like Hydra And they've been discipled to think like colonizers When ignorance prevents understand they redefine stuff So if they ain't listening save your mind from The drain of debating online and be wiser Than I was. don't let them try to put you on trial cause They're not your judge, but give them time you'll identify cause... I tried but these conversations do nothing for me They got ears but they can't hear, that's corny

Yeah, I'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it cool I'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it... There's so much to be pissed about From The food you stick in your mouth to the trial of Kyle Rittenhouse The trash that passes for Christian now The hypocrites are loud giving legitimacy to kids who doubt Carnivores who never live it out, the logs they're giving out training their students to have their vision clouded They wanna argue on Twitter now, but if you know what it's about And ain't got time, they say you chickened out That's not enough bait to debate fools Your opinion ain't got enough weight to it And it's not my job to change you or save you I'd rather save my time, be grateful That I decided to play it cool You do get the benefit, but it ain't for you I refuse to let other make the rules for how I engage and use Social media, I got other things to do So, I'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it cool I'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it Yeah, I'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it cool Yeah, I'm just playing it cool, Uh, just playing it cool, I'm just playing it I'm not playing with you, bruh, I'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it cool Uh, You ain't making the rules so I'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it cool Uh, I can't explain it to you bruhI'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it cool Yeah, You know the saints can be rude but I'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it cool Uh, Marvin Gaye on the groove, yeah I'm just playing it cool, I'm just playing it cool Yeah, You know the singer produced yeah, just playing it cool, I'm just playing it... Uh, You know it's making you move, Uh, You know we're playing it cool, we're just playing it cool Yeah, just playing it cool, just playing it cool, I'm just playing it Uh, We're just playing it cool, We're just playing it cool, We're just playing it... Cool, 'cause I don't get upset kick a whole in the speaker pull the plug and I jet

Welcome to Tea Time, be hype, recline, see Christ each line we write, these rhymes speak life me? I’m Levite, Steve’s fine, Priest like Pete scribed, these type: King’s line, weak like sheep’s minds, beasts like meek Lions, preach types see signs? We light, He shines, eat mics He grinds, He’s nice, 3 times, me nice? See? Pride. He’s life, we die: "t" time Somebody get the honey and lemon A bunch in the kitchen nothing is Lipton This one is for sipping, wonder a minute A couple of listens wasn't sufficient you struggling with it none is condemning (let it steep) Some of them sit a couple of minutes (let 'em sleep) a ton of 'em miss it, ducking the missive (when it's deep) above is the tenth and under, what hits em' (then it sinks) like the ice damaged the titanic i provide the catalyst for your dive in the Atlantic Minus the panic, this is Not the kind with minds frantic, I'm like your guide to find Atlantis For those who think that's too deep You're content with the top 10th of my content And say "I rock with that ice rock tip The time spent for the tea to steep is too steep" I'm not pissed, (nah) that bottom 90 percent was not meant for everybody, just my ninjas A cold sea and a bold tea never paired as well A pair of bold parables running parallel a pair of boats pulling para sails That's a parable of parables for your cerebellum Me and wife, that's pair of Bells helping young couples out till the pair rebels Tea Time is for sharing tales For me it's time with Tea to repair ourselves Our seeds be off the leash, wanna swear and yell We lead them all to sleep then we bare our shells and all the things beneath as well our needs our thoughts Our dreams I can be compelled We're free to talk with meaning a be ourselves If things have caused us grief then we seek His help then drink from the deepest wells That could mean a few things use your thinking cells We're done rolling in the deep say 2peace Adele Shout to my London peeps drink Tea with milk Hey Google set a reminder, I need some more of that Ashwagandha Pete Rocks keeping it live cuz That's The Verse Of The Month, till next time. One.

Jack rappers for their phat platters take a stab at 'em Leave the track battered, when it slaps, slap it back, madder than the mad hatter with a bat when it cracks splatter On the the mat hear the tap tap, grappling attack, when I snap crackle and pop, smack rattles your block Make em laugh cackle and mock, after others are asking watch I'm not an amateur I'm racking them notches Underground market black is my socks, cuz what I traffic is hot It's not that crack like cats who trap on the block The stuff I'm (w)rapping isn't packaged for the masses to flock I'm strategist for attracting ninjas packing katanas They in the shadows in black assassins who plan their attacks They slash em and scatter like that, they're fast as the flash is in fact Their faces are wrapped in their masks, and they never brag of their acts And their avid acrobats, all that to say that their hard as jacks to catch. Fiends for bling so I be running them jewels That doesn't mean what you think they won't be stunting for fools They don't have a need to be seen, It's kind of one of the rules Invisibility is the key for the stuff that they do Poof(?) Break Foundational tactics found in the manuscript Specialized classes for those who have a gift The goal is to practice it till you master it So you can pass it to those who haven't yet we strive for advancing the whole establishment No room for the arrogant holding back the gems Those who brag only show that they didn't grasp it yet Broadcasting a boast itself is a lack of strength. we discipline all muscles, the mind and tongue too If you need a muzzle how can we trust you We inherit a legacy it's our destiny as stewards of the mysteries passed through our ancestry Our duty is to protect and keep from infection these Affective means of spreading the message through ancient techniques Unlimited ways the styles can adapt to changes Upgrading nullified through multifaceted applications The movements are aged but their never dated And There's structures in place to safe guard the organization It's probably more fitting we're called an organism we're not The Hand or The Foot, we're The Body, my ninja The HNIC is assigning the missions That's The Head Ninja In Charge who died and He's risen To be the body you gotta be bodied like the HNIC It's not a homi but opposite of zombie