Medic Messenger

VERSE 1: Who's the nicest yo I'm rising like inflated prices / throwing raps like Vegas cats throwing dices / I'm ready and equipped no matter whose mic it is or what time it is son / I turn your pluses into minuses / I'm giving headaches like I was some clogged sinuses / let Christ shine in this, whatever rhyme it is / He's like some smile on your worst day / He's like ... for those who need it in the worst way / I'm stepping back to let the Most High be displayed / you couldn't fade me even if you was a clipper blade / now bump that you can forget what all these herbs say / there's only 1 who died and rose upon the 3rd day / I'm just some clay that'll one day just burn away / I'm just His sheep that was once now led astray / but God brought me back like an instant replay / every word I spit hard to forget like your birthday //

HOOK: And it don't stop and you know it don't quit / soul cypher and the S-O-I clique / KJ-52 along with the misfit / b-boys, b-girls now can you handle it? //

VERSE 2: Instead of busting real raps I rather bust some real caps / (what?) yo bump that, round these fools I run laps / so when I flex I keep it tight like steal traps / and stay addicted to ill styles now with each and every relapse / couldn't get the picture even if your name was Kodak / I bring the cold facts, that mic you can't hold that / I never have to hold back when I come off the whole track / even if I told that, I doubt you'd ever know that / my mental plane now blows lames out the frame / I'm rhyming in your ear to resuscitate your brain / you lost your whole soul for the world you had to gain / you call upon the name but it was too late to obtain / I stand to proclaim now in each and every cypher / you catching one liners like old-timers catch Alzheimer's / rebuking liars, guaranteed to hold my own / I'm off the hook like cellphone, I'm in your ears like a bell tone / so when I flex I keep it complex like a chromosome / I bless the microphone even if I stand alone / so run and tell the clones they never will prevail / cause ever word I spit register 5-2 on the Richter scale //

VERSE 3: Mics I'm blessing, in every single cypher session / I close my mouth and my tongue becomes concealed weapon / I keep em biting, kid you might catch some indigestion / your good intentions nothing, what kingdom you invest in? / from the Immaculate Conception all the way to the Birth, Death and Resurrection / God be running every section / check the message now, tell me who be running these / who's the 1 that changed my sin to white from burgundy? / who's the God that reigns from now to eternity? / who's got a legacy that's bigger than the Kennedy's? / put down your Hennessy's I'm shaking your realities / my recipes test emcees like some S-A-T's / yet I steady keep it locked like penitentiaries / these rhymes will hit you in the gut like appendectomies / sin's penalties removed by Christ's remedies / cause His supremacies be covering all the heavenlies //