Redeemer Lyrics

Two thousand years ago they fronted on Jesus as the son of god

They couldn't see a carpenter divinely created in that regard

I am one with truth

I am raps Ichadon

Spitting earth from my psyche in rhythmic bars

Hold your applause

Shhh, figure me, I am Raps jihad

No Eminem, I am a rap god, king or czar

Exist uniquely equipped

I'm like a vanguard

And nobody figured I'd be this hard

But I am the chief of these bars

One because of life's wars and the worlds scars

And you weak rappers get separated like you've been departed

It's was over before I even started

I just made this game better

After I put my heart in it

Noise makers reving up they engine,

Chasing tail of the dragon in the race

Little do they know they standing in place

And I feel they pain every time I look in they face

This for them I'm just tryna change up the pace

Speaking life because we've seen to much death

Killing ourselves for what, what will we have left

All this just to collect some checks

Lost our identity just to be next just to flex

Consider this truth, for life to resurrect

I'm not one for mass appeal

This truth is from the roots

Aiming for center mass,

Like a navy seal with major zeal

Don't like it stand to appeal

No judgment conquers truth, I am living proof

Zion on the hill, prophecy to delusion I am Kevlar, bullet proof

Don't compare me to rappers

Compare me to a prophet

Compare me to truth

I don't expect you to get it

Stuck in your non belief or your point of view

I am the Physical embodiment of what god can do

I expected to be persecuted but live beyond pursuit

First joint

I am an the resemblance of the greatest truth

My debut

I am en route in the booth

Spitting rhymes you can't dispute

Worked hard labored now I'm bearing the passion fruit,

Southern roots ancestors proud of my perseverance

My resolute

Saw it in my mind made it real, then execute

Thinking the greatest

I'm nothing but the square root no fallacy can dilute

This world'll drive you crazy the mind stands to pollute

With nothing I'm at peace whether living phat or destitute

No vodka but I'm absolute

Couldn't constitute how I rhyme like I'm teaching a class

So astute

Keep it short

Keep it acute

I am three words

I am truth

No mind at all

Don't get it twisted

Nah still gimme the loot