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Mr DJ would you please flip the beat on I got so much to say I need two mics to speak on You been pre-warned that if the path that ya be on Is leading you to hell then I tell ya to be reborn by... The only name that I speak on He's just the only way I claim that I keep on It's a shame that you state that I be wrong But wait one day we gonna find who's gonna be wrong The only strength that I lean on He'll come back fast snatch us up and we'll be gone Catch us up to the clouds and just beyond Resting my feet on golden streets through the eons With ever mic that I breathe on Shine brighter then five million light bulbs in neon I'm the rhyme writer God provided to be on The track so the fact is that I gotta put the heat on cuz Chorus Jesus (and all I got is just) Jesus (and all I drop is just) Jesus (cuz all I rock is just) Try knocking us but you can't be stopping us Skip the cris I'd rather sip the living agua Cuz ever since I tasted it there was no need to bother So the Father sent his Son to the slaughter SongtexteAnd he's the Lion King but his name ain't Mufassa it's The great physician he's my doctor The commission is 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 see he's the reason I'm excited But why is 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 will turn a messed up life around like mine did Open your eyelids it's time that you recognized that it's Chorus What I speak well you can choose to listen But first go to the tomb tell me just who is risen Cuz all I know is whose body is missing That's why I make a passion for Christ like Mel Gibson I don't keep nothing hidden Don't confuse what I speak as nothing more than religion Religion got nothing to do with Jesus's mission Religion's why they kill innocent men women and children See he is really quite different And every time I'm speaking I'm really quite specific And he's the reason why the rhymes I write different And the only thing I'm getting high is hands that I've lifted One day he'll pay a last visit So fast that when it happens if ya blink ya might miss it And that's when those who was dissing would be wishing They would've listened cuz they missed it the clock's ticking now Aus Songtexte Mania