I just don't get at you stupid
I spit at ya squad
How a sucka think he gonna stop
A solider of God
There's to many false prophets
That live a life of pretend
I share the voice of the creator
Through every stroke of my pen
For I am the living breathing truth
Just like the gospel of John
And strike fear inside of men
Just like the holy Qur'an
Fools blinded by Faith
And can't see what the danger is
My coming was written
In the scriptures of dead languages
Son I'll take you back in time
And tell you what you're gonna see
Tewelve apostles standing on the block
Telling stories about me