DeCYPHER

Stephen the Levite:
A yo, smash what you heard from the cats at curb/ spittin blasphemous words while they're passin' the herb/ or the Pastors of churches who stash what you earn/ for their passions and splurge in a fashion that's earthly// the fact is you're worthy of smashin' and burnin'/ your actions assure you the wrath that you're earning/ but after you've spurned all your habits and turned to/ the Master for mercy He'll lavish you thoroughly// Jesus can save you, believe he was nailed to/ a tree and was slain to receive what was aimed at you/ bleedin' He paid for the freedom of slaves/ but in three he was raised from the peace of His grave dude// now death is defeated, for heads who agree with/ the message and seek his perfection please kid/ accept that you need this and rest in his free gift/ heaven with Jesus for ever//