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Yo it’s Proverb feel free to forget the name
I ain’t about the fortune and fame
My aims to reclaim the game and stay up like no gravity
Strapped with night vision so I won’t become a casualty
The commonalty of this man and this flow
Will let yall see who got doe
Not the presidential but the non stop knockin’
God’s son wanna show love but we be blockin’
Our lack of comprehension always keeps blockin’
We betta wise up quick or he’ll be hockin’
But this spit don’t quench the flame
You need to know your destiny B. and
Learn to say His name
Say his Name, Say His name He goin’ be there
Now get them hands up in the air,
vibe wit me.
One day he comin back for his bride.
Now show dem hands if your ready to ride & fly wit Him

2nd Verse

Remember Rap Fest? This is a Rap fest present presented by the Stagestalker team to show His presence.
Yeah, me & my team stalk stages
Not to strong arm the wack but
spit to engage dis culture dats wrapped up in Blingism, fly chicks, tight whips, dat livin?
Tryna stay breezy.
I’d rather catch a chill knowin Christ freed me.
Please believe me
The S.O.M. heavens chief rocka
Time’s starter and stoppa
The wind & wave squasha
He got creation on lock!
He ain’t gotta have a gun and a badge to cop the block.
Man stop, the streets are His man He own em’
You ain’t got bullets in ya chrome gun.
Betta kneel & bow to the risen son, before ya leave this life and find another one.

Hooked up with Tony and we rockin for the cornerstone.
We like the wind in ya ear, gone leave ya mind blown.
Cause that’s, just the way we livin
Face facts, two Christians representing
We rep the King and we spittin Christ crucified,
Yet he’s alive, so one day Ima touch the sky. And fly,
like the caped crusader.
Goodbye,
I’m bouncin with the savior.
Cause greater is He that is in me than any emcee that’s how I came to be on dis track, and still midnight runnin from young to old gun point is I’m still gunnin.
We can’t let hip-hop run unopposed, We spit with checks and balances to keep it on it’s toes.
And the check and balance is Christ Jesus
Cash his check and you’ll balance ya whole thesis.

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