Rappity Raps & Beaty McBeatmakers

I'm a mix of W.E.B DuBois & Westside Gunn
There's a method to my message
So if death might come
May I be ready
But don't let me glorify it
Or may you not know me by it
My hope is higher
I am dosed in fire
Jehovah Jireh
The Sole Provider
My soul's inspired
I won't deny You
I'm dolemite yet You hold me tighter
These joker's lying
Like they would aim fly
Your war stories are boring
But should they try
They building karma with their chakras
Pity with their parity
Cameras to charity
But their good ain't God
I got em
Reflect on Your greatness, I can’t act calm
It’s like, 8 strapped bombs to Asaph’s psalms
Folks like to look at Your bride, & say that’s wrong
That ain't me, aye that's y'all
Father forgive us
We, don't be knowing
Yet our hope is in You
Save Your ppl like we know You to do
Glory Yeshua
I'm through