Rhythmatic Lights

[Hook]
They don't know how we
How we gonna do it
But His light’s gonna shine every time that I rhyme
It's up to Him how they view it
[x4]

[Verse 1]
There ain't much in this world that could get Stract hyper
But I ain’t really trying to arm bars, I'm a striker
Put me on the beat and I'mma hit it Juan Piper
Avoiding the trees on the track, I'm a hiker
Coming for your Shaq's I'll fool shnick the viper
Stomping on the dome that's known to condone
Its own sin and prone to elevate the phone to the throne
Silly addicts, it's mathematics
Yasiin Bey is Mos Def, the apparatus
That leads you to sin over mini cinematics
This emphatic rhyme is due to the time
Line after line I’mma shine ’cause the vine
Got me going flowing like if I ain't got a crime
On my pages, and I don’t do it for the stages
I do it for the sanctified in all the stages of life
I'm cloak and dagger with my knife
I'll game play the Phife 'til my tribe’s on a quest
With Q-tips cleaning all the ears of the rest
With percocets, molly's, and Es on they brain
I don't ease on the game 'cause I sees all the lame dudes
Same crudes be trying to preach from vain pews
Lang Hughes wrote it better but the same tools
Is being used to abuse all the youths' views
Can you see it, can you hear me though

[Hook]
They don't know how we
How we gonna do it
But His light's gonna shine every time that I rhyme
It's up to Him how they view it
[x2]

Yeah I'm a little different but I ain't tryna stand out
I'm just hands out, ready embracing the planned route
If I doubt then I'm Ill but still He will
Sin kill through the spill of the one that's real
Yeah, that's why I walk with my shades on
Cause I'm tryna stay staring at the sun 'til my days gone
The right time, yeah, that's a Ray song
How the coke gonna play the keys now that Ray's gone
Born to lose, A song for you
Come rain or come shine, just to title a few
More, four songs from a blind man
And you can't see the books if you playing with a blind hand
Digging at your grave with a spade, here I am
Running after Jews with a pass like I-ran
Fast enough to the cross to become clean
It's unseen so I'mma have to come clean
I don't really spit for the old or the young scene
I make bars for the unclean
And they marked by the dove — so you can tell that it's one team
Christcentric, and yeah, I'm off the bench quick
Call Fox and get the pryors in the hall
I'mma stand up and speakeasy to 'em all
But they don't get it 'cause they loving the nights
We globe-trotting for Christ, transportable lights

[Hook]
They don't know how we
How we gonna do it
But His light's gonna shine every time that I rhyme
It's up to Him how they view it
[x2]