Rap Jesus was just a warning, Rap Jesus was just a warm-up

If that’s heat? Then this a torch then, rap beef? Stick a fork in

Pitchfork, for that rap devil, shootin' like Halo at that rap god

I’ma make this black and white, y’all white chalk on that blacktop

I grew up on that blacktop, I don’t talk shit behind laptops

Your hands hittin' them spacebars, my hands’ll hit your face, dawg

Better give me space, dawg, don’t enter a place of no return

Keep tabs on enemies, and then turn they home into an urn

Man, some people just won’t learn, they always on that fuck-shit

These trolls feed on news feeds, like groupies who suck dick

And you’ll soon see, I do me, if you meet me in public

But you not, you Tupac, 'til I pull up in that truck, bitch

You comment like I’ma read what you write

And critique what I write, what the fuck? Get a life

“Yo, what's up with his knife? Yo, what's up with his beard?”

But I bet you won’t hear, with a gun in your ear

And you runnin' your mouth, 'til that gun in your mouth

And you prayin' to God, but your luck runnin' out

And I’m prayin' to God, 'cause I’m losin' my mind

But you talk about mine, then you walk a thin line

So who want the smoke? Tell me, 'cause I wanna known, I’m ready to settle the score

Ready to kick in your door, you ain’t ready to battle, you, damn sure, ain’t ready for war

Too much to handle, Saint Mesus only a sample, I know you ain’t ready for more

Follow the handle, @SaintMesus, give all I have, 'til I’m dead, and I head to the Lord

Our Father, who art in Heaven

No devil, but I’m not a reverend

Pour my heart out, in this art I’m pennin'

I’m just tryin' to play my part, until it’s Armageddon

I know, I know, they ain’t bout that life

They ain’t 'bout that life

I know, I know, they ain’t got no stripes

They ain’t got no stripes

I know, I know, we are not alike

We are not alike

'Cause, I’m the type that live it

You the type that spit it on the mic!

So listen up!

I been nice for long enough!

Oh, you think you're tough?

I'm the type to call your bluff!

Yeah, you, pussy boy!

Don’t push me, boy!

'Cause you ain’t strong enough!

This is Armageddon, come and get it

Hope you armored up!

I know, I know I’m a livin' idol, 'til the day I die, but I resent the title

'Cause, I know I won’t ever measure up to the one up in the sky, that was sent in the Bible

So fuck-boys gon' fuck boys, and my homeboys gon' fuck girls

And I’m just finna post up, holdin' both nuts, fuck the world

'Cause, I am a problem that no one is solvin'

And only evolving, this only the start and

I promise you, I’ma do more than you ever thought possible

God is my witness, and all the Apostles

I’m sent on a mission, with full tunnel vision

While bitches are bitchin', 'bout every decision

I sit, and I listen, and think to myself, wishin'

That they would just mind their own business

I know my assignment, I’m growin' and climbin'

A mile, a minute, while on the road drivin'

Into the next city, and crowd, I’ma dive in

So if they’re still sleepin', then I pile drive 'em

My eyes, on the prize, and my hand, on a bag

Other hand’s on a strap, if a crook wanna jack

Yo, it’s no lookin' back, my boy, Cal, got my back

And I put that shit on the A-Cal on my back

Our Father, who art in Heaven

No devil, but I’m not a reverend

Pour my heart out, in this art, I’m pennin'

I’m just tryin' to play my part, until it’s Armageddon

I know, I know, they ain’t bout that life

They ain’t 'bout that life

I know, I know, they ain’t got no stripes

They ain’t got no stripes

I know, I know, we are not alike

We are not alike

'Cause, I’m the type that live it

You the type that spit it on the mic!

So listen up!

I been nice for long enough!

Oh, you think you're tough?

I'm the type to call your bluff!

Yeah, you, pussy boy!

Don’t push me, boy!

'Cause you ain’t strong enough!

This is Armageddon, come and get it

Hope you armored up!