V.1
Ayo lemme be the first to spit and drop mines
I'm open for Christ 24-7 like hotlines
And spit rhymes beyond enemy lines
While God rebukes demons back to the pit of hell where the enemy lies
For the third time we're street sweepers who preach Jesus
On your ruggedest drug corner, no mic and no speakers
Blood shed red fatigues, survivor packs
A bloodstained banner as the victory flag
So I ask are you ready, then let's do this
Grab your broom sticks
Preach the word until it echoes like bad acoustics
News exclusive, life without Christ is useless
The truth is, without Him you're powerless like blown fuses
We drop jewels kid unlike Confucius
Spit street hermeneutics
Revolutionary Theme Music
Grab mics with aggression, professing
Christ as we preach the Life, the Death and Resurrection
To a world that's dying from a deadly infection
And those who refuse to turn over like interceptions
Our anti-sin is the Cross reference
Our message that we're confessing
Is the Immaculate Conception
We bash mad evil with street sweeping the sequel
And speak more truth than Beanie Siegel
My 66 cock back with more impact than desert eagles
We are the Church who speak the Word
Street Sweeper Cathedral
V.2
I breathe life like an oxygen tank on city blocks
Where many flock the spot and darkness hawks city sidewalks
Where 9's talk and sin stalk dirty alley ways
There's a million ways to die but only 1 to be saved
From the cradle to the grave, the dash moves in flashes
And strike like matches, and burn souls like ashes
Christ took the lashes to stop us from falling like stock crashes
Where the masses laugh at us but we know who passed the classes
From the road to Damascus to the sweet smell of Alabaster
Flip the script like my pastor but giving glory to my Master
On the night of the Rapture, what happens the day after?
Will you be free with the saints
Or live in torment with the captured?
Don't be mad because I asked ya
Coz if you don't you choose the latter
So I'm sweeping these streets just to save you from disaster
I hope my rhyme grabs ya, check the verbs from these sources
Ghetto raps with no remorse till Christ came and restored us
No need to applaud us, we don't do this for more bucks
Just distorted orphans, on their way to the coffin
The lost and the tossed and the ones the world aborted
From the slums to the thrill seekers, we be the Street Sweepers
V.3
I whip through your Lexus frame in Jesus blessed name
I carry two Bibles on my hip, call me the Christian Jesse James
Making sure you don't catch the flames
We're street sweepers that men hate
Bringing truth with lyrics that stay tight
Like first time prison inmates
Forget a vest, blast godly slugs that will forever penetrate
If you don't accept Christ you'll go to hell
And burn faster than minute steaks
Men debate and brag about their sinning rate it's sad
Spiritual bastards living without a spiritual Dad
I proclaim the name of the 1 slain for your whole frame
Coz you had a ticket going south bound to hell on the soul train
So forget the whole game
Get with Christ and you'll receive no blame
Coz we need Jesus like bald men need Rogaine
You must be out of this world like George Lucas, it's useless
To think I'm a stop preaching for the 1
Who touched more people than masseuses
We drink Living Water while you're sipping juices out of mixers
And pray we don't fall, like men who can't handle their liquor
I travel the entire environment, preaching the Messiah vibrant
You can catch me on every corner just like fire hydrants
Jesus is my enlightenment, plus He is my excitement
If Christ was a Superhero, I would be His sidekick
