[Interlude: B-Ray]
"Said everybody got dead homies..."


[Verse 1: B-Ray]
Water comin outta the hydrant/
Hybrid of hydra writing violence in the quiet, I ain't staying quiet/
My psyche's in paralysis/
When I ain't battle with the sin inside it's bound to win/
Unless I'm callin on Christ, like His hands raised/
In the 3rd grade, He's with me on the worst days/
Scratch the sur-face, ain't aimin for the first place/
Second's where I'm headed, right behind Jesus, He's worth eight (it)/
Scuse me worth it, battle, this a skirmish/
Firm bliss inside of our mind is twisting on the firm grips/
My faith's rooted, I'm suited, ready for battle/
Against diablo and his cattle, I'm trained to maintain/
In the back, with a mac and I'm packin/
Flows hotter than a dragon spewin volcanic acid/
For the Lord I'm on my Action Bronson/
Swonson broth, I'm eatin soup/
In my livin room, feet kicked up, automan, hang loose/
Kickin it inside this Matrix, never stayin complacent/
Or basic, I'm pressin on the walls, it ain't faze this/
Skinny white teen, from the Scummit/
I runnit, like track meet, ain't bluffin, I'm stuntin and I'm roughin 'em up/
In this game that's too vicious to scrimmage/
This a first-class witness oppurtuntiy, I'm vintage/
Interest, in the Lord that created from the Genesis/
Me, just like penmanship, I know I'm just a filthy *bleep*/
Straight ballin, like Spalding, I'm often callin/
On Jesus because I'm fallin, this world is garbage I'm takin it out/
To the trash truck, ain't with that bad luck/
Tryna cover sin is being gorgeous with a bad tux/
I'm the startin forward, for the dream team/
Dunkin over haters that just scream, "Leave! Get outta here!"/
This ain't where you belong, not in the rap game/
Well beg your pardon, I'm Arthur around the King's round table/
This ain't a fable, I'm a cable to these cars/
Help 'em cross the chasm quickly, away from the Jafars, I'm Aladdin/
Packin heat like ovens in my suitcase/
Flows that monster mythical beats, my beats my can-vase (canvas)/
I'm an artist, paintin Mona Lisas/
With the 16's that I'm offered, I storm 'em like Katrina/
Best believe me, better yet believe Him/
Jesus Christ that died and rose in tres, I feel Him up in the place/
Holy Spirit, sin has been staining, yeah He cleared it/
Never fear it, even near it, appearance is something beautiful/
A wolf in sheep's skin, deep inside the lion's den/
Jehovah's gotta helpin hand, and no, forreal, this ain't pretend/
He's my best friend, the man that I call Father/
Coach, King and Abba, He cleaned me just like a washer/
A spotter, when I'm liftin these weights, the heavy sin bro/
A killer of the evil, murder sequel of diablo/

[Interlude: B-Ray]
"Said everybody got dead homies..."