Lyrics

Chorus: You in a matrix and you can't get up out it until you come to Jesus coz He's just the only Way for you to get out it, some doubt it but if you bout it then you must come to Jesus coz He's just the only Way V.1 Enter the mind state Infiltrate the crime zone Same preaching new time zone Plus your mind is blown by how the rhyme's flowing Lines hit your brain and numb it without the yayo In '93 I'm hustling in the cut tryna lay low In '95 a new creature, urban street preacher This Rap thing is cool but God gave me a lot to teach here I preach this in the midst of life-sucking leeches And false teachers who use Jesus to cop ice pieces My life thesis, the gospel Jesus through my arteries and nostrils Check out my crew preaching the Bible I love mics cordless, even haters applaud this The ladies look good but a godly woman is gorgeous If I can leave a legacy, Lord let em remember me For preaching in the Holy Ghost, not positive energy I offer this, He'll metamorphosis Jesus the Christ snatching your soul out the ghost orphanage Been waiting for a long time in the brick oven Just waiting to spit cousin Christ crucified and His Second Coming Accept it or reject it, y'all don't know we was here Crystal clear, repent, the end of the planet is near Ayo the Holy Ghost rocks me like Japanese sake Some say I speak cocky, I just know that God got me And won't drop me and the gates of hell won't stop me And Corey still will preach even if one of you cats pop me V.2 Ayo you caught up in the matrix And like the ghetto boys, your mind play tricks Your soul is like I'm loving this song, your flesh hate this Because it pull you closer to God If police ain't get you yet Don't even think you getting over on God We put Christ at the tip-top even if you thugging it Heavy Metal mixed with Hip-Hop, you know you loving it On a block with a nine, with a lot on your mind Let me drop you a line Satan got a lock on your mind He want to see you with a hole in your head, shot with a nine In a front row careful, I spit a lot when I rhyme I got a lot on my mind But life without Christ just ain't the same Like the New York city skyline The rhyme-bringer, the double-edged sword swinger The God-praiser, the lyrics-from-the-heart maker I drop verbs and proverbs like Solomon Screaming false prophets like the green goblin My man P. is married, as for me I'm single Speak in tongues plus English, I'm bilingual I'm not a gangster, but yo I'm running through Rap And like Bernie Mac, I ain't scared of none of you cats Jesus Christ the Messiah, fact And when He split the sky, that's when the Empire strikes back From the ghetto out to your green meadow The world is a jungle so let's get ready to rumble