Gospel Rap

[Intro Sample] I was parking my car the other day on Sutphin & Archer and I was going into the candy store right there on the corner. And a young man walked up to me and he said, “Preacher man, preacher man, why do I have to go to church?” I said to him, “Have you repented your sins, young man?” [Verse 1: Styliztik Jones] We ‘bout to go to church, I know you hear the organ chords You preaching to the choir in the chapel corridor Lord forgive me for all the shit I done before My coordinates have turned me to a carnivore That little hottie you got ain’t no Coretta Scott A little fed time pass, I bet them letters stop But niggas never gon’ change, just like the leopard’s spots I got a flow that stay flooded as when the levees dropped So all my lyrics is possessed with the spirits Of children that couldn’t make it, God damn I know you hear it When the shot clear out and the echoes go Kids playing with techs, no Tecmo Bowl Big cousin got murdered, big brother got a life bid Cancer took my father from me, this is how my life is Playing Smokey Robinson and waiting for the miracles Looking in the mirror with a mind full of spirituals My God! [Hook] No gossip, this is that gospel rap Resurrect on the track, now the gods are back Somebody pray for me, because the devil’s trying to get me Just pray for me, because the devil’s trying to get me [Verse 2: KB iMean] This is tarantula rap, on the hammer crack But no pictures posted, I’m a poet perhaps I’m walking through the streets where all the toasters is at Find me anywhere like throwin’ the door to the mat No matter the locale From New York City to SoCal New school niggas should slow down If not, then prepare for the showdown At any given time it can go down I walk with the ghost of a panther, the antlers of a devil Rebel without a cause, pulling strings like Geppeto Part of my team, too practical to settle The beat I’ve got a have it like Edo, hello I am not a soloist, I don’t play the cello Metal rippin’, strayin’ through the walls faster than a tempo I don’t bang unless it’s on instrumentals You can hear the pain, I wish life was so simple [Verse 3: KB iMean] Ready for any altercation, the pen and the pad is my main squeeze Lyrics is cold, sometimes I get a brain freeze I can’t leave, my mind thinking the same schemes Pedal to the floor, flowin’ at the same speed Can it be I’m a deity of the city streets? Searching for inner peace, demons seemingly envy me This is a life that I can’t change Got to maintain, still staring out the window with the AK [Verser 4: Styliztik Jones] Reading Ezekiel, still I’m keeping my heater close Puffin’ this reefer and prayin’ that we don’t overdose The Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost trinity Baptize my words with a cup that’s full of Hennessy Crusade the streets in a nice rimmed car During midnight we ride like the Knights Templar Think smart I do, a disciple I am This is a leap of faith I take, I man [Outro Sample] My brothers and sisters, this evening my service concern. I want you to, want you to dig down. I said I want you to dig … I’m talkin’ ‘bout way down. And then I want you to come up. Come up, with the paper. ‘Cause I got to have it. You know, some of you out there, you say to yourself, you say, “You got all that money, and you seem to be always beggin’.” I ain’t beggin’. I’m just tryin’ to relieve you of some of that paper, ‘cause I got to have it