LIFE OVER DEATH Lyrics

Established regimes

It seems like i'm late to the party

Miracle working this beat, as if I was parting the Red Sea

The pages are starting to let me produce scrolls like the dead sea

Even the dead see and hear

Innate talent

Bred inside of me

But i'm no bread of life

That alone is Christ

Even Christ knows and sees

That which I can be

Take off the blinders and sit down if you can't stand me

No handouts that you can hand me

Handling like i'm Kyrie

It's tiring crossing over into stampedes

No Ms. I'm understanding

You mishandling all the words you saying, firing right at me

Making easy work out of this class

Amassing lyrical gold, silver, and diamond

Passing the pen from left to right

Constantly shining

This is mind and soul perfectly aligning

Effort requires trying

Life requires dying to self

What else?

Life over death i'm moving in stealth

They say health is wealth

I'm so mentally wealthy

Don't tempt me

Seven deadly sins

I'm a glutton eating this beat

Call me unhealthy

Tell me

The flow isn't butter

The pen is the bread

Alone in the thunder

I'm moving ahead

Sharpest tool in the shed

I'm subtly moving

Suddenly proving

Conversation ensuing

Speaking in code

Da'vinci is loomin

Lyrically consuming

I'm schooling these kids

Ruthlessly chewing these bits

And pieces, flow like water

Pooling these bids

Of whether i got it or not

I'm fuelling this jet

And taking off

The brakes are gone

God takes the wheel

I sit and spill

These words, they heal

To God, I kneel

He first concealed

And then revealed

That I am the chosen one

After all, I left the ninety-nine

Now it's high time

That i start flying

And moving with purpose

When i'm crushing the serpent

As melodies surface

It's always life versus

Death or some other force

That reckons at night

I threaten death to it's depth in spite

Of death's invite that I decline

Growing my spine

Step up to bat

At vertebral plates

My IQ seems to be growing at vertical rates

Uh

Listen close when I'm giving a taste

Of ink that creates

I put it to page

It bleeds then inhabits it's space

It's writing it's name

Revealing its fate

Deceived by the snake

Redeemed by the Great I AM

I am pleading my case

To enter this race

Beginning the chase

I'm seeing the face of doubt and hatred

Setting it straight

Only got my eyes on the Lord cause I am the patron saint of greatness