I preach the gospel all day in a raw way, do what the Lord say
\nMy song may rub carnal Christians the wrong way
\nGive me 7, forget 5 mics, not because I rhyme nice
\nBut because I preach the Lord Jesus Christ
\nI'm not a player-hater but I hate to see a player die
\nAnd fry in the dragon's lair with tears in his eyes
\nSo I glorify the Most High exalted
\nPreach it, teach it, talk it plus I walk it
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\nI never fall, walk with the mind of Paul
\nWrote half of the New and still ain't grasp it all
\nO foolish Galatian who bewitched thee?
\nUnderstand that Satan's tryna hit me
\nCoz I used to writе the joints with killing in them
\nNow I write thе joint with healing in them
\nI ain't do nothing but put some feeling in them
\nProverbs 32, Red you know what to do
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\nThe Lord is awesome, He saved me from the coffin often
\nMy soul cost Him more than Steve Austin
\nWhile you run the streets with guns, start beef for fun
\nWe rhyme over beats for fun plus speak in tongues
\nLyrics official, like missiles they whistle, pierce through
\nDemon's spiritual tissues to the gristle
\nI'm blessed, can't be jinxed ...
\nIn this world get your nose shot off like the Sphinx!
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\nYo my flows mean more than pinstripes and squaretoes
\nYou cats caught up in the clamor, need to kill that
\nThe Holy Spirit son, yeah you need to feel that
\nMaybe go somewhere where it's real at
\nSee my people crying out here, dying out here
\nBullets flying out here and you worry about a suit
\nYou Christian dropout, you need to cop out
\nNo... it's a G-O-D lockout
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\nThe sword-swinger, at false prophets I point the finger
\nNot a humdinger, for Christ I make noise like opera singers
\nI be the gospel rapper, don't get me wrong, I love my pastor
\nBut only Jesus Christ is my Master
\nKeep your eyes focused on God, not on me yo
\nCorey Red born August 4th but not a Leo!
\nThe lion, I represent Mount Zion in the name of Jesus
\nSatan I bind him like my sister Juanita Bynum
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\nLet me get up in your mix while reading Timothy 6
\nIn the presence of the Lord while I write these hits
\nUnderstand let's remember when the Red Sea split
\nYou must of forget the type of God I run with
\nOn the road to glory I seen a lot quit
\nOn the road to glory I seen a lot trip
\nWho you with, it's time to make that move
\nBefore Jesus come and shake that move
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\nI serve the Lord God Almighty
\nHow you laughing at Christians and you calling yourself a Pisces
\nThe Bible's heavy like metal, got no love for the devil
\nI make the wicked sick like Chinese restaurants in the ghetto
\nI'm God's property, turn my back on God for monopoly
\nCrazy you got to be, I rather live a life of poverty
\nBible I quote, I might die broke
\nSo on my tombstone let it be wrote
\nFor Jesus he was no joke
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\nI don't care about no Grammy, Stellar or Dove
\nAs long as I got favor with the Man up above
\nHeartache and pain gots to be the story of Jermaine
\nDevil hits targets with the sharpest of aim
\nThe devil's a liar, I build the wall like Nehemiah
\nAsk the church choir, they'll tell you the same thing
\nWe work on one accord in the army of the Lord
\nOn the frontline, Jesus hit my life, blast sunshine
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\nThe Word of God is lethal...
\nCreated gators in the place we call Australia
\nI love the Lord plus my neighbor
\nSwing the sword, pierce the skull of Darth Vader
\nBreak his arms and take his lightsaber
\nHoly Spirit lyrics I'm writing, reciting
\nShining brighter than lightning
\nI'm not frightened to clash with any titan
\nAt Christians you laughing, Scriptures I'm blasting
\nWith one rhyme, I kill more Philistines than Samson
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\nThat's why I thank the Lord for His saving grace
\nBorn to write the joints that encourage Mace
\nHe that the Son sets free is free indeed
\nThat's why I'm delivered from drinks and trees
\nA long road story never told like this
\nYou never knew God took control like this
\nHe's the Author and Finisher
\nStreet Disciple, God-called minister
\nYou know His name
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\nIt's like that y'all, that y'all, that y'all, that y'all
\nNo doubt Jesus Christ coming back y'all
\nI'm from the Bronx like Benny Blanco, Jesus my motto
\nFor Christ I live and die just like the young lady in Colorado
\nMy rap flow is like a lasso snatching up mad souls
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\nNo tango my God created mango
\nWithout a studio I flow with a homeless brother on the banjo
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\nThe Bible says no weapon formed against me will work
\nThe Anointing flew upon me when I wrote this verse
\nGod told me to stand firm, there's more to learn
\nPlay the back, stay encouraged and wait your turn
\nAnd sit back and watch the mistakes that men made
\nSit back and watch the evil that sin paid
\nAnd count it a blessing that I had a different walk
\nWhen God touched my life I copped a different talk
\nCoz if I be a thug in life I rather be a thug for Christ
\nHave you ever heard a thug that pack eternal life
\nIf you ask that question I gotta give you an answer
\nBy the way I know the Cure for cancer\n\n
