They call me a Jesus freak
And please believe 'em
He's relief I'll never leave 'em
He's why I sing and how I'm breathing
Like Albuterol a breathing treatment
This is new to y'all the beat is preachin'
I'm seekin' heathens beatin' demons
With the hand of God redeem the sleepin'
I'm Apostle Paul I bleed Ephesians
I been peeping you pennin' lies
Just know you'll be penalized
No different then genocide
Your weakness identified
Revolution was socialized
Deceived with open eyes
Approach me with open mind
My flow should be no surprise
My flow milk my flow honey
Slide like silk spend like money
It's how I'm built ain't no dummy
If it ain't bout him can't do nothin' for me
I'm unashamed
Proclaim his name
Jesus in Kang
He's not with the games
His love in exchange
For all of my pain
No longer the the same
The sauce is Jjang
Not for the ching ching
Or bling bling
I sing sing his praise
Provider
Messiah
The fire a blaze
Eternal
Paternal
The ancient of days
My song is his forever
Never retire the game
My bars Shannon Sharpe but I got no skips
Reach in the mouth of a fish
When I got no chips
Look to the light for the cheese queso blanco dip
I'm the gold at the bottom of the cargo ship
Feel like I been in obscurity
For nearly a century
But visions in the mirror be
Closer than they appear to be
I still believe in signs and wonders
So don't just expect me to sign and wander
I'm a drummer B
My rumble be a violent thunder
While the storm is raging
I'm more than patient
I'm prolly at the belly in a silent slumber
I know peace in the middle of a fiery tundra
I was chillin in the back it's my time now
I was water before but I'm wine now
All these grapes is mad jelly every word is divine now
Peace be distilled and purified come and find out
Blessed and highly flavored
Life savored
I'm a light saber for my savior
Every slide tailored
Mic slayer
My behavior went higher for the greater
No more being over looked
I'm on overload
Holy Spirit got em shook
So you know it's cold
The Word of God keep me booked
This my overflow
I don't kick it with the crooks
I got open goals
Never even hit em with the hook
All jabs to the nose
Hit hit hits hits got a bag full of those
All rags for the clothes
I don't brag for the show
They all mad 'cause they know
But I had to let 'em know
All praise to the most
Like I said way before
This is my, overflow