Reason Behind The Rhyme

Duration

3:17

Genres

Urban

Description

Lyrics

I'ma explain this as simple as I know how/ but this is high difficulty like a triple sow cow/ see people ask me what's the reason behind my rhyme/ and I tell them I'm on a mission and I'm running out of time./ Gotta get the message out while I'm still in my prime/ Don't mix it up like lemons and limes/ Keep him at the front of my mind/ and stay on my grind/ even if Christianity becomes a crime/ See, I just want you to be free/ I don't care if you learn my name as long as you learn of HE/ because all the good you see in me is really HE/ and simply, my r-a-p/ is for you to get all you can from the son like Vitamin D/ See I could easily mess around/ let the beat pound/ and make a sound/ about the gacks they call french Bojangles because they shoot out slugs the size of potato rounds/ But that wont help you when you're under the dirt mound/ So on beats I get down/ Speak about the love I found/ and do my Great Britain impression and direct you towards the crown/ See my job is simply to keep warning ya/ let the Holy Spirit corner ya before ya end up with the coroner/ So much fire you can see it up in my cornea/ See I ain't on the block tryna be as G as can be/ Actually the G-o-d in me is all I want you to see/ I'm concerned about your change with no regard of who you used to be/ So when your gang general asks why his people keep leavin' you can direct him to me/ So I can direct him to HE/ Cuz he needs HIM to/ Cuz ya can't stop the flames with guns and a crew/ Holy spirit's my piano I'ma let it do what it do/and hopefully through these raps he's gonna be moving through you/ Whether you're adult or youth/ I'ma spit the truth/ And I'ma spit heat in and out the booth until I'm melting my tooth/ and even after that i'm still gonna carry my cross/ I ain't concerned about a thing cuz Jesus' paying the cost/ So I'm just sticking to my mission discipling to the lost/ and hopefully the spirit will cover you like my Aunt Dot's turkey wing barbecue sauce/ See what the world preach, will have you going insane/ I'm talking about the God that can ease all your pain/ Come over to him and watch the blessings he'll rain/ See I'm all about the change like the Obama campaign/ If you don't want me to scream Jesus than back you need to hold me/Cuz I'll scream his name louder than those italian chefs scream "Bertoli"/ I'm talkin about a love that's sweeter than a canoli while the world talks about beef and cheese like a stromboli/ They talk about chips and purses/ We hit you with scripts and purses/ to end the curses/ and get you off a purpose that's worthless/ we warn you that Satan is on the prowl/ So you will stray from sinnin and livin for women in fine linen/ in headphones we get in and give em the word in a flow tighter than t-shirts on Simeon Cowell/ See Satan is wack/ and when he attacks we don't backtrack/ we attack back/ ammo aint something that we lack/ I keep a mag with 66 bullets in my backpack/ See what Satan gives you is fake like a mirage/ he tries to relax you like a massage/ Meanwhile you jacked up like a car garage/ but god can make you into whatever he wants you to be like a collage/ I just want you to see that he's the king and I'm the rook/ That's why I serve him in all my lines and in my hook/ I aint tryna scare you but conviction might get you shook/ I want you to see the choice is black and white like a coloring book/ I want you assured of heaven, not down to "what if"/ I see the world's got you down, let him give you a lift/ He's already done it for me that's why I serve him with my gift/ & I know that I belong with HE so you can keep Taylor Swift/ So for every beat I get, for Him, I'ma go ham!/ Until he comes back as a Lion I'ma be serving The Lamb/ and even if you don't want it I'ma give it to you like Spam/ and in this race, I'ma keep running like I'm late for a final exam/ So I'm sticking to my mission before I run outa time/ and if they try to shine the light on me I'ma put him in the Lime/ and if they take out my voice box I'ma act him out like a mime/ and for all you people still wondering, HE's the reson behind the rhyme.