Enemies and Foes

It's a war zone in my mind Down to my spine, down to my spine I ain't 'bout to waste no time I gotta go pray, I gotta go bind Lucy wanna steal my prime Wanna be on my line, wanna be in my rhymes This is the way that I grind I'm led by the Vine, sword deadly by design Blood drippin', so forgiven Free like oxygen and I'm on the side that's winnin' In the trenches with the Scriptures Like I'm pistol-grippin', better be sidin' wit' 'em The serpent wanna be disturbin' It's for certain, he forgot where he got his venom I'll lеave a demon hurtin' if I catch 'em lurkin' And that goеs for whoever ridin' wit' 'em 'Bout my Father's business, I don't need a witness If I see a victim, intercedin' wit' 'em Turn 'em to a victor, plant a seed of wisdom Then it's Morphin time like Rita was the villain Peter with precision, please give me an inklin' You in need of healin', sever sin up off you That's a split decision, daughter of the water Secret sauce is different, utterance is cryptic I forgot to mention, freezin', see I be season switchin' He commissioned easin' tension When Jesus come back, I'm leavin' wit' Him I let the Holy Spirit speak I don't need a Smith & Wesson, I'm guessin' you ain't even know Can't change the message, but switch up the flow Hachoo, I'm blessin' enemies and foes Catch me at the West End throwin' up the fours Pick up your cross and die daily You not a boss, you crybaby The way that you talkin' is not wavy 'Cause the way that you walkin' is all shady Pride'll have you thinkin' that you runnin' things Pride'll make you not even wanna change Pride'll make you fall deep in love with pain Pride'll have you thinkin' it's the other thing, like Hi again, Leviathan, invite him in for pie and gin He starts playin' with your mind and then the vibes descend To places you don't like it in, that's why and when Round and round you're cyclin', now you're poppin' vicodin Round and round you're cyclin' I know a doctor better than anyone on your roster Red, blue, green, we all impostors That's why we gotsta stay postured, humble before the Father He the only one crushin' seven-head monsters He the only one crushin' seven-head monsters I don't need a Smith & Wesson, I'm guessin' you ain't even know Can't switch the message, but switch up the flow Hachoo, I'm blessin' enemies and foes Catch me at the West End throwin' up the four— I dont need a Smith & Wesson, I'm guessin' you ain't even know Can't change the message, but switch up the flow Hachoo, I'm blessin' enemies and foes Catch me at the West End throwin' up the four— I don't need a Smith & Wesson, I'm guessin' you ain't even know Can't switch the message, but switch up the flow Hachoo, I'm blessin' enemies and foes Catch me at the West End — Throwin' up a rap, show the stats I ain't holdin' back, only spittin' facts By the time I was four, I was the coldest act in the cul-de-sac (Loaded) So if my opponent attack I'ma open it, ready, aim, blow a hole in 'em, I told 'em Ain't no consolin' ya mommy, daddy, sister and ya bro and them Killers on the corner, no approachin' them Big big FN, we was totin' them, hit the residents Jehovah flip and reversed it, Missy Elliott The bullets left 'em so holy, made the Scripture relevant I feel better, I'm Bill Belichick with a vendetta I read the manual, I read Emmanuel's real letters And Heaven is real, but they wanna settle for deals They wanna venture into the valley instead of a hill They wanna fire off on an opp when I'm tellin' 'em "chill" He went to Hades and took the key, that's a hell of a steal I'm checkin' the field, I wrestled the real, I'm blessin' the meal I read about ya on Wikipedia (Huh), I'm sick of seein' ya (Huh) You in the media talkin' through a medium Foggin' the windows, cloggin' the temple, blockin' my kinfolk Robbin' the simple, choppin' up symbols How you gon' hate on the flow that inspired you? Swear I'm biting you Why would I peek at you when I'm Raichu? I invited you, I hired you, but I might Fold ya like the coffee brand, I'm colder than a hockey fan This ain't copacetic, we learned to cope with the static It's over, you overly dramatic He's chosen me to manage the pros and the amateurs Truth, I'm havin' it, while you decorate the cap like a graduate Just imagine it, no, I'm not havin' it Stick to the path, I don't gallivant, we not even, I'm too adamant No, I'm not havin' that, I got my pen, I been had the raps You dropped yo' pin like it's Apple Maps I put the team on, it's too easy, me and Tiff too hungry We could eat on for eons and eons I got the beam on to see 'em, Nia Long in neon how I'm gleamin' I could kill a rapper, start a funeral, create it and plan it But I know the One who created the planet So instead of that big big FN that'll kick ya chest in Hug ya mama, kiss ya best friend 'Cause I don't need a Smith &— —Wesson, I'm guessin' you ain't even know Can't switch the message, but switch up the flow Hachoo, I'm blessin' enemies and foes Catch me at the West End throwin' up the four, for real I'm here to slaughter demons in the name of the Kingdom The King is undefeated, you can't even beat 'em with legions The region is bein' impeded by a sequence of Jesus And frequent repentance, I come against any hindrance Watch me hit a lick in the Spirit like Jimi Hendrix Watch me hit a lick in the Spirit like Jimi Hendrix Oh no, it's not over, I'm livin' proof that it's faith and not clovers I Shabach over October, trick or treat You can't see, it ain't sweet if ya not sober Get ya mind blown in any time zone I rhyme on I ain't lyin', homes, that's the time I'm on God sent me to rhyme my wrongs And to point you to Him in all my songs And trust me, I can do this all night long But I think I should probably stop here, what you think, J? And at the end of the day, right? Like, uh, it's funny, you I don't know if you tryna be Christian rapper or what But for any of those that consider you To be somethin' that is too boxy, right? Well, I've been so anti-box, bro And you've helped me be anti-box (Hmm) I, like, your words were so anti-box Anti-category, anti- all that Minimalizational or marginalization To where a Lifer on a Level 4 Yard in Cali State Prison Could feel freedom