Word Up!

I represent Jesus
The Preacher, Teacher, Carpenter
The Name, the Main Feature
The Sword Sharpener
Who's marking your choice
As I voice the alternative
That can alter you from death
So y'all can all turn and live
In eternity
With the Eternal Thorough Three
Shouts out to the Son
The One who's currency
Brought me out of death
Caught me out of breath
Blew His air in my chest
And brought me to His rest
So I confess Jesus
Like killers confess killing
Drug dealers to dealing
Stealers to stealing
It's obvious my hobby is
The Blood Spilla who's spilling
Red liquid so y'all heads can get with
The Infinite Intellect
Who kicks more info than the internet
In the next verse I might get more intricate
About Christ who's eminent
He gets more props than the Winter gets
Low temperatures and Tim boots
Plus He's been through
The heavy pain and agony of death
That sin shoots
Since you was born
Sin's roots was in you
You was born torn
And sin still continues
To convince you
That you don't need the Prince
Who can rinse you
Clean in His royal blood
His loyal Dove
Will protect you and direct you
From the spoiled dud
Doctrines that be dropping
Deadly venom
So repent
Put Christ on
Like some Pelle denims

Word up (Word up)
Word is bond (Word is bond)
Word of life (Word of life)
Word is Jesus Christ

Like the Ambassador I'm asking ya what's the formula?
Are you cold like Alaska? Or hot like Florida?
See I'm touring the East Coast with King Cristo
Mi Amigo who created energy for Peco
He made the sun that shines from here to Puerto Rico
He even made this hand that wrote this rhyme for the people
Who profile like an old owl when they show how
Foolish they really are by rejecting what they know now
Or know not cause if they did they will go hop
On the bandwagon of the Lord who's man handling
Every bragging emcee who's gambling playing roulette
Rambling about how phat their crew gets
But that's okay crews like you set the stage
In this new age of hip-hop that's on the tip top
But will flip flop soon after Christ comes back and licks shots
At all you disc jocks that be spinning sin on the wheel
And all you emcees that blaspheme by keeping it real
Talking about "you gods" now that's ridiculous
You're just a human like Saint Nicholas
I'm sick of this self-deifying fruit that fools bite
Which is really self deception that will have you loose sight
Of the Lord that can turn your screws tight
With the Infinite Father who hollers on the mic
Choose Christ