surrender to God ... you can't hustle with the one who's universal
Lyrics
Check the Holy Ghostly flow
Is Jesus Christ somebody u mostly know
Is he just a stranger in a manger
If you don't know you may be in danger
You think this is satirical, kid
Like it's some kinda joke
But it's more like a miracle in ya lid
God has spoke
It's about the cross and the Son
Yeah the one who died
Visualize the world-wide cross-eyed
I'm suprised you never tried
Yo you need to listen to words that I'm spittin
For me not to speak would be a sin of omission
So I take the spiritual blade and make the incision
Whether you believe me or not it's your decision
Hear these rhymes I envision
The Son of God was risen
To take you outta your mental prison
I'm a missionary with a mission
And my rhyme aint fictionary
This time I kick it revolutionary
Peep the epistle from the broken apostle
Demons get up and get hostile
I fire a biblical missile
It fizzles and it's heat seakin
I'm settin off a beacon
You better call your freakin deacon
With the one who's above it all
I pull a reversal on all y'all
It's like a full circle
You can't hustle with the One who's universal
God needs no rehearsal
He cannot be faded
This light cannot be shaded
In the book of John this is stated
Everything that is was everything he created
Word up Word is Life Word up Word is Jesus Christ
The truth occurred way before you ever heard
It's incredible how the word is indellible
Which means he cannot be depleted nor deleted
Eternally on the throne
He will be seated
From since the days of Socrates
Men have had their philosophies and hypotheses
About the God of the earth and seas
But none can quite define the greatest of entities
The one who locked himself in my heart
And thrown away the keys
The devil is siezed
His lies are ceased
My soul will live on even when my body is deceased
His glories are increased forever
3 in 1 .. 1 in 3
A study of cosmotologies and all it's intricacies
Will provide plenty of his testimonies
Of the Originator
The G of all Gs
Everyone will confess one day on their knees