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I just don't get at you stupid

I spit at ya squad

How a sucka think he gonna stop

A solider of God 

Youve blinded by false prophets 

That live a life of pretend

I share the voice of the creator

Through every stroke of my pen

 I am the living breathing truth

Just like the gospel of John

And strike fear inside of men 

Just like the holy Qur'an 

Stay  blinded by your 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 on the block

Telling stories about me

You can't stop me stupid

I'm the son of a God

So I know what you're thinking 

Pluse I know who you are

Its not that  hard 

Your thought process is not complex

At the foot of the father

Its time to confess 

That you've been blessed

By nothing less then a rap deity

Every word that I stress

Effects the game literally

You should believe in me

Prophecy spoken into life

Born of pure light

Designed to crush mic's 

Defined to ignite 

The minds of theses youths

To question the given norm

And quest for the living truth

Rap God