JR:

They Say that he’s lost his light and his pure soul

That this dark world turned his heart cold

Is there a place that he can go?

Sho Baraka:

Lord have mercy on his Soul

He hates diamonds and gold

But he does love stones

Plus I see him running after me

He claimed that the Devil

Help me create the Master’s piece

It sounds like they want me to apologize

For getting off the boat and being colonized

Well my man Thank you for the favor

I’ll Try loving this dude who hates being my neighbor

They wanna label me insane cause

They gave me a canvas but I'm Sketching out the frame bruh

Well We should be building up a fellowship

Instead of building he tears it down so he can throw the bricks

I need to break out this container an Idiot Box yeah

So watch me entertain ya I heard they changed the manger to a hotel

So now the outcast have no place to go dwell

They say the Devils in the Beat

They say the Devils in the Tone

They say the Devils in my rhymes

They say the Devils in my song

Yeah yeah they say the Devil’s in it

They Say

Swoope:

I hear the screams of people saying he’s gotta be Illuminati

Or some secret society possibly got demons inside of Him

Evil probably harvesting

He can only be kept under the steeple

Cause in his eyes all I see is Satan

A beast that’s raging Jesus Save Him

Man all of that is what I’m hearing but i don’t say nada

I just hold up a mirror so they can see their reflection with clarity

Tell me is that perfection or pharisee label me a hypocrite

Say i teach em wickedness cancels each other out

Thats common sense arithmetic too quick to assess me

As Judas know the trees fruit is always where the proof is

I hear the Devil in the Beat

I hear the Devil in this Tone

I hear the Devil this my rhymes

I hear the Devils in my songs

Uh uh uh I hear the Devil’s in em

They Say

Suzy Rock:

Under the night the moon and the stars

They're watching his steps

He’s traveled too far although he often fall

He continues to run

He seems to have strength that is foreign to some

(2x)

Inherited from His heritage apparent his Arrogance is the bed he is nestled in

Covered by his lineage thoughts are just a narrative

Narrowed minded fear until they appear as heretics

Yeah he hates left field

He knows what right is he just hates how left feels

A casualty to normality’s and change is unbearable

So he rather just settle to carry stones

Sho Baraka:

This is a story of a sojourner

Who has founded embassy on foreign soil

The onlookers don’t recognize his pedigree

So their natural response is xenophobia

He exhausted the weak

Due to the constant defense of his intentions

Never before has their ignorance lead to violence but that was before

And this is a current situation

The nonsensical mob has encircled his home

And after hurling stones he says:

Swoope:

You don’t see them broken windows

They threw me to the fire

Then they threw the brimstone

All of this cause I suck at playing limbo

Bending over backwards to people

Please them folks when I was tip toe

All around they laws you are not my judge or lawyer

Don’t get me wrong I’m awful Godly rebuke

Moves us forward agenda driven wisdom it often leads to slaughter

So I take my orders from the one whose sovereign

Author of faith the author of grace

Grace that sustains when the bulk of the talkers

Are saying I’m walking awful awkward

I be planting seeds to them things growing pollen

In the garden all them either Eden or Olive

Or Madison square Allen in there

To make sure them things bring a harvest

You may see me as an artist but I’m like hardly

My CD speaks of a gardener and he’s in need of a partner

With a squeegee full of water to be increased from the father

So often people play the dirty rotten lawyer

They accept the laws but think they need to augment

All of the laws into things that are partial

But if they make the laws then what we need the Lord for?