I'm The Best Rapper Alive

[Intro] Wow, J. Monty I'm the best rapper alive I'm the best rapper alive, best rapper alive I'm the best rapper alive [Verse] You probably clicked on this song to hear me rap about me See if I had a big enough head to do a track about me My hats backwards, with a backpack And some other facts about me' Worst part is it would've been your favorite track of the week You wanna be the best Christian rapper? What a fascinatin' feelin' I bet you wanna stack and make them millions Concerned about that title When overseas they can't escape the villains Who grab and rape civilians and decapitate their children (Aye J, you gotta calm down) I'm relaxin' man, I'm chillin' But you can't put a cap on what I'm feelin' I'm just sayin' bro, what if that was your daughter or your nephew or niece? And ISIS left 'em deceased, now they restin' in peace So don't hand me a Grammy award, hand me a sword So I can do damage to four demons while I stand with the Lord I'm slicin' Satan while he's bleedin' on my laminate floor I manage to roar and start randomly slammin' my door It's not a single rapper I'm dissin' Let me make it more clear for those who lackin' the vision If your heart is turning black when you listen And in your back its some tension You prolly wanna get back to the mission And if you gonna take shots, just know your pow-pow's painless Wow, how dangerous I ain't scared of you SoundCloud gangstas Cause it would suck to spend your whole life tryna sound 'bout famous And get to the judgment in front of Christ and have to bow down nameless If your dream is to get people to crowd 'round stages Sound's loud, bass hits, and your loud mouth brainless Fans start to lift up they hands and shout out names That fill you up, but leave them leakin' like a cloud while rainin' (Just know this) Satan was a prideful angelic musician So don't let your pride hide what I'm tellin' you listen He fell from heaven cause of pride and rebellious intentions And angels followed him through the sky when he fell through dimensions See how that goes? One day your rappin' to exert what's holy The next it's like your textin' God, because your words are phony If you're searchin' for me, I don't serve bologna All my verses bony, I don't worship rap This music workin' for me People dyin' and we rollin' the dice Tryin' to hold onto fame is like holdin' some ice I don't even wanna rap Only reason I'm holdin' this mic is to expose you to light And bring every broken soul to the Christ If it ain't about Jesus it's a borin' occasion If you're havin' trouble hearin' what the Lord here is sayin' He's sayin' grace is what's keepin' His wrath from absorbin' this nation And the best rapper alive is the one that's dead to his own glorification Amen