Lyricist of the year, this is God still showing off
Like no hand back flips in a freestyle motor cross
I’m Carey Hart, praying Ashleigh is Pink
I’m slick & very sharp so rappers rapidly shrink
My words they actually Sting
With that ‘Message in the Bottle’ that I graphically bring to all these rappers who stink
They gotta be kidding, rather be poverty stricken
Before you properly listen to genocide, that philosophy’s prison
Inspired by movies to start fights
So a ‘Joker’ turned a midnight showing into a Dark Knight
Got my kid spooked, she ain’t trying to see Bruce Wayne
When shooters cause riots, I ain’t rhyming no 2 Chainz
Chicago violence? got that place losing
Somebody fired? empire state shootings
It’s why God’s calling us not to be complacent
To live adjacent to what we spit in basements
Verbal samurai, sharper than a blade when I’m witty
Word to Malakai, I’m really trying to Pray For My City
This is Nas when he was Blazing a Fifty
Or Lauryn dropping ‘Vocab’, amazingly gritty
This be a set from Skrillex, the ‘rave’ of the city
Corey taylor skill set with 'rage' getting busy
Same firepower, but I use it for a higher power
In my finest hour, I am Christ empowered
It’s why many dissect how I rock it in the pocket
More than Frank Ocean coming out closet when he blogged it
I pray they do & recognize their breakthrough
Is in Christ, cause though I’m nice, I can’t save you
Wordplay & double entendres, won’t change you
On Thursday when trouble is sponsored by Grey Goose
Stumble out the club where your movements a crime
Drunk enough for cops to shoot you quick numerous times

Lyricist of the year so my God is esteemed
From a song to a social network, I do work, I’m a machine
Going at the machine that I rage against
Shoving poison down our throat, I shouldn't play the fence
Yeah my God is esteemed
From a song to a social network, I do work, I’m a machine
Going at the machine that I rage against
Shoving poison down our throat, I shouldn't play the fence

I know you couldn’t fathom this spell
Of jealously and politics in Christian music, it’s apparent as well
I know scheming is strong but you’d be reading me wrong
Saying I’m hating on rappers ‘cause I ain’t feeling a song
Cause their popular, suddenly I can’t be saying squat
Swear I’m drunk with envy, with each bar I’m taking shots
Like 'Lecrae's smoking, but turning him into a God because you’re that open
Your idolatry is showing
I love Nas, but I’m still not into Nastradamus
That’s a promise, everything ain’t dope, though he’s that accomplished
Can’t read between the lines? Let me make it more legible
I'm lifting up the King, while I'm tearing down these pedestals
Man made, fan made, even Stan made
And egos are bruised beyond a band-aid, that’s Jay
Going at the golden calf you got these rappers looking like
Never will I roll with that, I’m shocked the pastor booked the type
The perception of saints we gotta change that
It’s why a Muslim’s never disrespected in today’s rap
A threesome in a mosque? don’t you say that
I wanna ‘uh’ and I say ‘church’, yeah you play that
And radio straight empowers their actions
But we can’t blame the artists, we allow it to happen
Truth is, we don’t preach the truth to half the nation
Too busy leaning on the church for their validation
Trip Lee, T.i., Eminem or Braille
Put any above God? that sentiment will fail
On the real, believers worshiping rappers or preachers
Ain’t no different from the teenage girl worshiping 'bieber' either
So keep you eyes on Christ or drown deeper
In an ocean of depravity, rapidly like your name was Peter
Your choice, either sink or swim or stick to sin
Or choose Christ, the king is him

Lyricist of the year so my God is esteemed
From a song to a social network, I do work, I’m a machine
Going at the machine that I rage against
Shoving poison down our throat, I shouldn't play the fence
Yeah my God is esteemed
From a song to a social network, I do work, I’m a machine
Going at the machine that I rage against
Shoving poison down our throat, I shouldn't play the fence