You still yelling, you got rocks galore
And fail to realize that you ain't hot no more
Please yo, you grocery shop with the enemy
Infinite wisdom controlling existence
The Trinity defending me
You got dough but you ain't truly paid
With all that gold in your mouth, son you look like a slave
And I ain't dissing coz I love Flavor Flav
I love Trick Daddy and I love Lil' Wayne
Yo, you got beef, you better take it to God
The Holy Spirit will let you know if I'm faking or not
Pagan or not, these beats and rhymes are blazing the spot
Making it hot, try God now, see what I see
Satan will flop, wait and just watch
As time ticks, divine kicks in my rhymes
Splits the adversary's nonsense
You get the picture, don't ya?
From 2004 'til infinity
Serve the Lord with gladness
And bless your food before you eat