Holy Water
Lord I'm trying to design lines to give sight to the blind
that Chuk D fight the power 1989
that Brand Nubian/BDP scriptures
trying to tell them slow down or loves gonna get cha
the whole games been infected with demons so wicked
I've been tasked to protected it with this verbal exorcism
because listening is torture
since everybody swear they spit hot fire
then My flow is holy water
it's lyrical baptism
putting out hell's flames by simply bobbing your brain to my rhythm
you can catch the holy ghost to this
testify and witness it
now don't you feel magnificent
it's anti ignorant
been touched by an angel my flow is divine
it could part the red sea and turn water to wine
so while your rhymes break Keys(kilos) down to nickels and dimes
I'm inclined to plant seeds that will strengthen their minds
I'm not a stranger to the struggle I know the hustle well
I dabbled in these streets I've done a little dirt my self
I've sold poisonous concoctions
drank malted toxins
but learned to beat myself to the punch like shadow boxing
preparing for war with the love of the Lord
the pen is my sword,and the full armor or God
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