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[Verse 1: KJ-52] I'm like some piranha in some bloody water I'm coming nicely with the blah-blah Giving praise to the eternal Jah-Jah Eternal Father flowing in this living water Your rhymes ca-ca talking all ya rah-rah Mic's is sparking I'm tight like arteries that was hardened I beg your pardon the 52 is strictly parting Emcees like I'm Moses No matter what your coast is, no matter what your flow is No matter who's the dopest, without Christ, you're hopeless I shake dust from opposers, get your open like roses Burning microphone holders, assembling all the soldiers Open your current orders I'm attacking tape recorders while I'm holding down this fortress [Hook: Yankee Man] 1, 2, 3, follow after He, Christ is the Son of the Almighty 1, 2, 3, follow after He, Christ is the Son of the Almighty 1, 2, 3, follow after He, Christ is the Son of the Almighty 1, 2, 3, follow after He, Christ is the Son of the Almighty [Verse 2: Yankee Man] Tell all the people salvation is free Read about it in the Bible tell you about a friend for free He's the way the truth the life and also the key Enter into the paradise and all his glory (Man!) The Savior will come once again The Christ, the Son of Man, I say He's upon this style If you want to know me, say me be coming on top of the clouds (Boom) Christ the one who said to be born again Every man the Savior say come set your soul free for real All man he save them but most are passing Him If you want to know me, see me, come back again now say..... [Hook] [Verse 3: KJ-52] It's hard to be a star when your skills ain't up to par It's hard to push a Lex when you don't even own a car It's hard to win the battle when you can't win this war It's hard to be a man when you don't know who you are I stay on point just like some harpoons Develop thoughts in verbal dark rooms taking on these cartoons Your mind's spinning like some typhoons These martial artists flip scripts to leave you open like some gaping wounds Call me 52 this predator My microphone's like Excalibur attacking y'all with metaphors So my competitors can now check your exit doors Choice is yours Jesus reigns like when it pours The Lord God Most High superior These haters lay up in this cut like bacteria I'm never fearing you, I see through exteriors I keep on scoping out these moves from ulterior Stay devoted still checking all your motives Thoughts unloaded though so many times I'm misquoted So now it's noted these origins of residence So my adversaries can now make they exodus Cause it's my nemesis escorted off the premises There ain't no guessing this when I proceed to finish this 52 the chemicist, head seeking lyricist Standing with my locust fist now I got you choking this But your broker diss got lost with your hopelessness But from genesis I'll still stand opposing this Smack it up, if they last name is skills your first name should be lack of It's time to act up or call in your back up These fools make me crack up Fronting is what you have a knack of You talk your junk but then you come around to give me mad love Whatever, I got's no time for you So go ahead and spend time with your crab crew Yo I'll see you on album number two [Hook]