Unabashed Spitters of the Gospel

Jeez…I can’t rap

But I hear these wordplays under snapbacks

Of these rappers’ raps arresting even the rapers’ rapes

Wrapping those 16 bars like lil’ veined bomb packs

Spitting into the sinners’ ears right through their in-ears

Like they goin’ deaf

To the soul stealer doing identity theft

To the ear feeder who fed that apple

To his dame right under Adam’s Adam’s apple

Jeez…my pen spits bars

Though I don’t voice ’em

More powerful than an AK

Shooting words like Ballistic Tip

Piercing their heart

Right through their bullet-proof

No green, pink, and golden

Only red, white, and blue—you know ’em!

These bartenders not twisting but mixing

Words with the Word and then jugglin’

Before the folks who prolly gettin’ turnt!

And get the show gettin’

‘Crae, Trip & Teda

Know that you are loved by ya broda

And Imma stay unashamed

Like he rappers unafraid

Summing up ‘116’

Yeah, manning up

Submitting manhood to that Man upstairs

And leaning on His grace aka power no mercies

My faith eyes see MC’s like ‘Em—

My first and ex-hiphop to introduce to you

Losing himself for Christ before ’em

MC’ing that Cross ceremony takin’ a U

Now my ears wish the White America—

Feat Welcome to America

Just wanna see these stars war

Like they in star wars

Stars of the Morning Star

Directing folks to the morning hope

Canceling the rules read to them by the pope