Jesus

Come on
Yeah
Come on
Break it down now
Mr. DJ
Would you play
Yo, yo, yo

Ayo Mr. DJ would you please flip the beat on
I got so much to say I need two mics to speak on
You've been pre-warned that if the path you be on
Is leading you to hell then I tell you to be reborn by
The only Name that I speak on
He's the only Way that I claim that I keep on
It's a shame that you state that I be wrong
But wait one day we gon' find who's gonna be wrong
The only strength that I lean on
He'll come back fast and snatch us up and we'll be gone
Catch us up to the clouds and just be on
The rest of my feet on golden streets through the eons
With every mic that I breathe on
Sound brighter than five million light bulbs and neon
I'm the rhyme writer God provided to be on
The track so the fact is that I gotta put the heat on cause

Jesus (and all I got's this)
Jesus (and all I drop's this)
Jesus (cause all I rock's this)
Try and knock on this but you can't be stopping this
Jesus (and all I got's this)
Jesus (and all I drop's this)
Jesus (cause all I rock's this)
Try and knock on this but you can't be stopping this

Skip the cris, I'd rather sip the living agua
Cause ever since I tasted it there's no need to bother
So the Father sent His Son to the slaughter
And He's the Lion King but His name ain't Mufasa
It's the Great Physician, He's my Doctor
The Great Commission is the reason why I gots ta
Keep slinging it out like Peter Parker
And keep holding the mic up to my mouth like Bob Barker
I don't even try to hide it
See why fight it if He's the reason I'm excited
And why's the body of Christ chopped and divided
Man, if you like beef go peep the Atkins diet
Every person is invited
All the way from the best to the worst one it's provided
That God'll turn a messed up life around like mine did
Open your eyelids it's time you recognized that

Now what I speak well you can choose to listen
But first go to the tomb tell me just who has risen
Cause all I just know is whose body's missing
That's why I make a Passion for Christ like Mel Gibson
And I don't keep nothing hidden
Don't confuse what I speak as nothing more than religion
Religion got nothing to do with Jesus' mission
Religion's why they kill innocent men, women, and children
See it's really quite different
Every time that I'm speaking I'm really quite specific
He's the reason why the rhymes I write different
And the only thing I'm getting high is hands that are lifted
One day He'll pay a last visit
So fast when it happens if you blink you might miss it
That's when those who was dissin' would be wishin'
That they woulda listened cause they missed it
Clock's ticking now