Steve: Take this and run wit' it, tell everybody you know to come wit' it/ truth wit' a capital T, rappers get dumb wit' it/ not just the pagan ones, I'm talkin' bout the saved ones/ who rap about smackin' down demons, you know they ain't done// it, sounds like a dumb horror flick/ where they try kill a ghost wit' stones and sticks and a crucifix/ like it's physical they don't get the scripts or spiritual/ rappers who cap demons are only spittin' mythical// it's garbage, I've been sittin' on it for too long/ Christian rappers puttin' all this demonic rap in their songs// it’s embarassin’, what a display of biblical negligence/ immaturity in the faith and spiritual arrogance/ lies from the pit of hell, live from your citadel/ out of their mouth, into the mic watch 'em spit and yell// "Satan I rebuke you, I'll kick you with my two shoes/ blast you with my spiritual gat, you'll get a tooth-full"/ liar, who do you think you are the Messiah/ in revelation twenty: ten Satan's tossed in the fire// but, not any sooner bro you should know that you won't/ send the prince of the power of the air to his funeral// so, tell the truth, bring shame to the Devil/ 'cause, he's a liar too runnin' game on a rebel// and the fact is, you’re distracted, playin' his advocate/ drawin' attention to him instead of God the matchless// so catch this: try to let God do the rebukin'/ like Michael, remember the truths that Jude mentioned// and I ain't even tryin' to dis/ but don' be surprised if you swing your Bible and nobody gets hit// yo, and if you ain't rappin' the truth/ but your laughin' at demons, the ones around are prob'ly laughin' at you/ so preach the gospel, and stop tryin' to prove/ that you’re God's Ghostbuster, and the Bible is a glock that you shoot//
Intermission
One more thing I gotta get off my chest/ before I get off of the topic of this spiritual mess// yo, the word the Bible translates as 'angel'/ means "a messenger", not "a winged baby with a halo"/ the word 'angel' is used in reference to/ apostles, Jesus himself and other disciples too// and when the angel isn't from earth, they usually think that he’s just a man, when his message is served/ they’re never female, always fully grown, never children/ never seen with the wings but usually in some white linen// the halos are prob'ly the dumbest part/ the only logical explanation for their origin is Catholic art/ totally mythical never known to be scriptural/ however it's still accepted in the church of the biblical// just another fourteen I'm almost done/ let me tell you 'bout the cherubim and where the wings come from// the cherubim got wings, it's not strange though/ they never deliver messages so they're not angels/ the seraphim got six/ and in Isaiah one speaks to him the only time they’re seen in the scripts/ so to me it’s totally obvious/ in heaven the cherubim are the priests and the angels are the prophets/ the seraphim may be that rare breed that can be both/ like Jesus Jeremiah and Ezekiel// but demons and angels ain’t the point of the song/ if it was, it’d be silly for it to be this long// I thought somebody had to say something/ if not the populous would continue to walk in silly assumptions/ so I wrote this in the hopes of provokin’/ kids to study the scripts before the word is spoken//
