Now some will shrink the mind, hiding behind misinformation,
But when you think, you find the kind which leads to elevation,
I tweak a spine though casting rhymes around the hip-hip nation,
For we to climb the holy vine to reach illumination.
Now every time that I grab the mic lyrics start flowing and your intellect be growing, like a tree that be planted by a stream,
I glanced to the south and this is what I seen: the enemy dumping chemicals in the H2O, with the sole purpose of contaminating the life supply, so trees like me will dry up and die,
I look sky - "Oh Lord," I cry,
Then in came wind, rain and lightning which came down, striking the adversary who returned to dust, now used for nourishing us,
Channel water that feel from the clouds in the sky,
Diluted the chemical to the point where it had no effect on my roots,
So here I am, bearing fruit.
Now some will shrink the mind, hiding behind misinformation,
But when you think, you find the kind which leads to elevation,
I tweak a spine though casting rhymes around the hip-hip nation,
For we to climb the holy vine to reach illumination.
My styles are a mystery, like the death of Bruce Lee,
Got to study the KJV to comprehend me completely,
'Cause I reign on a plane this world calls strains,
And very proud to maintain, to hold the award for being disobedient to the Lord, when it's providence that yelled love,
He gave grace, but you gloried in self,
Bible sits dusty upon your shelf,
"I love you, Lord," but his will you won't do,
That's like busting shots at me saying, "Man I love you,'
You may be wise, but that's on worldly opinions, 'cause real wisdom begins when you fear him,
So let me grab the pen and write something holy,
Glib like Goldie, which gives me the right to say I'm pimping the mic.
Now some will shrink the mind, hiding behind misinformation,
But when you think, you find the kind which leads to elevation,
I tweak a spine though casting rhymes around the hip-hip nation,
For we to climb the holy vine to reach illumination.
I am artistical,
My sapiens celebrating off what I am creating,
Orthodox as I skip...skip like a rock across a lake,
Unbelievers stand and watch me imitate the one who hung for every wrong thing I've done, and right through I'm living,
Now why you looking so surprised?
You ain't read that bumper sticker?
Christians ain't perfect, man, but we're forgiven,
And that's why I be driven to rock concert halls,
Look up when the applause to the chief cornerstone who shall return, but now up in Heaven, preparing homes for those who chose to set the self apart from worldly interests,
I hope you take the time to meditate on what I manifest,
'Cause it's not just a rap song, but something encouraging you to do right, not wrong.
Now some will shrink the mind, hiding behind misinformation,
But when you think, you find the kind which leads to elevation,
I tweak a spine though casting rhymes around the hip-hip nation,
For we to climb the holy vine to reach illumination.
