Lyrics

V.1 Who's the nicest, yo I'm rising like inflated prices Throwing raps like Vegas cats throwing dices I'm ready and equipped no matter whose mic it is Or what time it is son, I turn your pluses into minuses I'm giving headaches like I was some clogged sinuses Let Christ shine in this, whatever rhyme it is He's like some smile on your worst day He's like ... for those who need it in the worst way I'm stepping back to let the Most High be displayed You couldn't fade me even if you was a clipper blade No bump that, you can forget what all these herbs say There's only one who died and rose upon the third day I'm just some clay that'll one day just burn away I'm just His sheep that was once now led astray But God brought me back like an instant replay Every word I spit hard to forget like your birthday And it don't stop and you know it don't quit Soul Cypher and the S.O.I. clique KJ-52 along with the Misfit B-boys, b-girls, now can you handle it? V.2 Instead of busting real raps I rather bust some real caps, what? Yo bump that, round these fools I run laps So when I flex I keep it tight like steal traps And stay addicted to ill styles now with each and every relapse Couldn't get the picture even if your name was Kodak I bring the cold facts, that mic you can't hold that I never have to hold back when I come off the whole track Even if I told that, I doubt you'd ever know that My mental plane now blows lames out the frame I'm rhyming in your ear to resuscitate your brain You lost your whole soul for the world you had to gain You call upon the Name but it was too late to obtain I stand to proclaim now in each and every cypher You catching one liners like old-timers catch Alzheimer's Rebuking liars, guaranteed to hold my own I'm off the hook like cellphone, I'm in your ears like a bell tone So when I flex I keep it complex like a chromosome I bless the microphone even if I stand alone So run and tell the clones they never will prevail Coz ever word I spit register 5-2 on the Richter scale V.3 Mics I'm blessing, in every single cypher session I close my mouth and my tongue becomes concealed weapon I keep em biting, kid you might catch some indigestion Your good intentions nothing, what kingdom you invest in? From the Immaculate Conception all the way to the Birth, Death and Resurrection God be running every section Check the message now, tell me who be running these? Who's the one that changed my sin to white from burgundy? Who's the God that reigns from now to eternity? Who's got a legacy that's bigger than the Kennedy's? Put down your Hennessy's, I'm shaking your realities My recipes test emcees like some S-A-T's Yet I steady keep it locked like penitentiaries These rhymes will hit you in the gut like appendectomies Sin's penalties removed by Christ's remedies Coz His supremacies be covering all the heavenlies