Lyrics

I represent Jesus The Preacher, Teacher, Carpenter The Name, the Main Feature The Sword Sharpener Who's marking your choice As I voice the alternative That can alter you from death So y'all can all turn and live In eternity With the Eternal Thorough Three Shouts out to the Son The One who's currency Brought me out of death Caught me out of breath Blew His air in my chest And brought me to His rest So I confess Jesus Like killers confess killing Drug dealers to dealing Stealers to stealing It's obvious my hobby is The Blood Spilla who's spilling Red liquid so y'all heads can get with The Infinite Intellect Who kicks more info than the internet In the next verse I might get more intricate About Christ who's eminent He gets more props than the Winter gets Low temperatures and Tim boots Plus He's been through The heavy pain and agony of death That sin shoots Since you was born Sin's roots was in you You was born torn And sin still continues To convince you That you don't need the Prince Who can rinse you Clean in His royal blood His loyal Dove Will protect you and direct you From the spoiled dud Doctrines that be dropping Deadly venom So repent Put Christ on Like some Pelle denims Word up (Word up) Word is bond (Word is bond) Word of life (Word of life) Word is Jesus Christ Like the Ambassador I'm asking ya what's the formula? Are you cold like Alaska? Or hot like Florida? See I'm touring the East Coast with King Cristo Mi Amigo who created energy for Peco He made the sun that shines from here to Puerto Rico He even made this hand that wrote this rhyme for the people Who profile like an old owl when they show how Foolish they really are by rejecting what they know now Or know not cause if they did they will go hop On the bandwagon of the Lord who's man handling Every bragging emcee who's gambling playing roulette Rambling about how phat their crew gets But that's okay crews like you set the stage In this new age of hip-hop that's on the tip top But will flip flop soon after Christ comes back and licks shots At all you disc jocks that be spinning sin on the wheel And all you emcees that blaspheme by keeping it real Talking about "you gods" now that's ridiculous You're just a human like Saint Nicholas I'm sick of this self-deifying fruit that fools bite Which is really self deception that will have you loose sight Of the Lord that can turn your screws tight With the Infinite Father who hollers on the mic Choose Christ