Street Preacha

Turn me up a little, hit the streets harder than a hammer
I hit em with a pencil, I hit em with a proverb and an instrumental
The dog's out the kennel, the gun's out the holster
It saves metamorphis, they turning into soldiers
Refugee corners is what I'm visualizing
They need an antidote, Jesus what we improvising
My crew's on the rise and they known as elevators
We hitting streets statistically, I need a calculator
Since my incubator called to hit the streets swift
Tryna win more souls than games by Dean Smith
With Jesus as my guide the crew's navigating
Still on the rise, went from elevators to escalating
It ain't about debating who's soft just call me snuggle
These streets need the truth daily, remaining in the struggle
It's Mr. Clean-Up, devil don't agree so kill the prenup
Seen enough ... crying just not enough
So hit me up on the boulevard preaching Jesus
Take the gospel and fly Air Force 1 on my sneakers
Jeepers creepers devil tried to leave me intimidated
No tongue through the spirit I miscommunicated
Concrete congregation fill the ears of a nation
I'm local heard on underground radio stations
We ain't done yet, lyrical Paul Bunyan but this for real
You want a sermon on the mount this Mr. Purple Hill
Yo saint's if you with me then get our your seats
The steeple's nice but I'm taking it to the streets
Yo devil got beef we can take it to the curb ya heard
A tight beat hits concrete, we spread the word
We ain't playing we evangel emcees
I got a mic, Regis taking it to the streets
Yo being stained paper used to be white pages
And empty bible verses instead of the 12 gauges
Enslaved it of Brick city
Feeding the Bread of Life hit your guts stay plenty
This ain't a contest we ain't count how many
And getting wiser like Bud yo my nickname's Henny
A penny coz you can count on me
About my penetrator full gospel to leave the block holy
But still don't know me, confidential
... His word won't miss you
It's too fast hit you ...
The east side ...