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(Corey Red) Hey yo, Todd (Tre-Z) Hey yo what up, Red (Corey Red) I’m saying, let’s get a clique of Christian soldiers (uh-huh) Say forget the radio (uh-huh) Take it back to ’79 And bang this joint for Jesus (Tre-Z) Yeah, yeah, first up J-Silas Blaw! Guess who’s back and transformed Victorious like Joshua blowing the ram’s horn God will crush this throng as I rush the door Mighty warrior swing the hammer with the thrust of Thor Blood, He met the floor from the cross that drips Pen hit the paper like the nails that hit His wrists (come on) You like, “What is this?” The gospel, dog Blind men see the light in the midst of fog Tear down the walls, Lord I’m ready to take this here 16 bars of truth spit without the fear RockSoul rocks souls from here to the Roman’s dome or the Colosseum Praising my God AM to PM You know, J-E to the S-U-S Not mankind, mankind lies in death With the covers on baby, ’cause He’s comfortable Close that, that casket’s full I live the life of an urban pilgrim Dwelling amongst the grimiest, shiestiest, two-faced, and some-timiest Trying to make the light of Christ obvious to a people cold and numb like frost-bitten fingertips They trying to nullify what we testify Till I look ’em square in the eye And tell ’em Christ crucified Died like the rest of them Went to the lower parts and grabbed up the best of men Put the “wop bop a loo bops” on death and sin Freed the captives then resurrected again On the third day, contrary to what men say Christ Jesus is Lord, Savior, Good Shepherd, and Sensei Swinging a double-edged sword If you die in sin, you can’t come back like you lost the seventh Dragon Ball The Second Coming’s gonna be tragic for you disbelievers Jesus’ beef will snatch your wigs off like “Come on Cletus” Yeah, I approach mics to spit the fire of Christ So while you searching for the limelight trying to shine bright My position is the front line, preaching life Quicker than a thief in the night, my theme is Christ I walk the streets with a mission To fulfill the Great Commission Through rhyme-spittin’, I spread the message of the crucifixion And how I livin’ is a description Of the sin-sickness but there’s deliverance The Rock of Ages who rocked death to save us When we were locked in cages Spreading glorification I spit rhymes to faces to praise His name which is blameless I use the mic to speak Christ to whom the aim is Through salvation, there’s life and all you got to do is claim it Amen Ayo you money-hungry preachers better check yourself What’s the deal with this gospel of health and wealth All the “blab-it grab-it,” “name-it claim-it” trends Christ ain’t die so you could drive Mercedes-Benz So you could take your ends and placate your friends The Son of God was crucified to pay for sins The sight I peeped on TV one night was deep Blind sheep tossin’ they loot beside your feet Your materialism has gone way too far The world mocks you because you’re more worldly than they are We try to speak and do what’s righteous Don’t care if you don’t like us If John the Baptist was here, he’d a called you a brood of vipers 1 Timothy 6 makes it clear to me you’re teaching heresy Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t trying to be no Pharisee All I’m saying is simply preach the Word brethren And let’s honor our Lord by storing treasures up in heaven The church says it’s love if I teach the blood and forgiveness But label me thug if I curse Saint Nicolas They tell me, “Don’t say this, don’t say that, change your lyric” Everybody’s a critic but I ain’t trying to hear it (word up) In the ministry I always got the freedom to preach But the industry always take my freedom of speech My freedom to teach, to me, censorship is a leech But life ain’t fair, nobody cares The mic I always split from the heart Spit from the heart, nick from the heart These be the rhymes you only get from the heart Satan’s kingdom, God’s wrath will soon tear it down I make you laugh but shed the tears of a clown You lame cats hug me then you diss me when I’m gone But you same cats will miss me when I’m gone (amen) Corey Red, I’m Christian and I’m raw and when I die then you’ll realize you should’ve listen to me more
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