Lyrics Return of the G - Genesis

It's the return of the "G" - Genesis
No zodiac symbolism involved or images
True God fearing music, that's all. We're limitless
He's at the door, soldiers. Answer the call! The nemesis
Is a squad of fallen angels, ready to tangle
Like nappy heads or barbwire twisted up to strangle
The breath of life out of our lungs
The devil's noose been twice dangled and hung
Yeah, he's got traps that are cleverly sprung
But Truth - immortal combat - the Heavenly Son
Is Yeshua, High Priest and benevolent One
Gave me a mouthpiece and the rhetoric - tongue
Accompanied with mindset of a prime beast
G bombs! Design flex up in prime beats
Keep calm, 'cause my lead DOES define peace
I speak psalms. To find Him, ain't got to find east
Shalom! Repent
Let's take a step back and see who really shapes the culture
A brood of vipers, coons, jackals, rats, and vultures
Instead of spurring kids to produce like agriculture
They feed them dirt on fashion - the Gucci and the Dolce
I ain't saying go be a monk and join a convent
I'm just saying you can get rich without a dime spent
You can find these lines the Father of Time lent
Crack open Matthew 5 and have your mind bent
Blessed are the poor
In spirit - for the kingdom of heaven, thus says the Lord, is yours
And blessed are the people who will mourn
For they receive the mending of His Spirit when they're torn
Yes - and blessed are the humble and the meek
For they'll inherit the Earth as sure as I speak
And those thirsty for righteousness will not leak
His holy vessel has satisfaction that's guaranteed
Seek Him
They say God's love seem reckless for loving the wretched
Like this ex-thug from Texas, His blood made perfected
My lungs praise Him - breathless, He hung slain and precious
To cover sin that I'd done when young, vain and helpless
His love range is epic - in fact, covers multitudes
His love, man, respect it! In tact, it covers other dudes
Sun ray spectrum covers like - in other news
The Son reigns effective above us - He's got another view
He sent me back with boom bap and hot vocals
To trim these mainstream cats and spot cobras
Self proclaimed, self-made, hip-hop moguls
Turning profits from lies - they've got to stop boasting
Meanwhile, in the Body of God, He's got soldiers
To guard up the Body, to block and stop trojans
Turn up the heat, rock lava hot molten
It's the return of the G and I am one of God's chosen