Lyrics

Prov:
I can spit a flow dats hot w/o gimmicks
First rule, it’s gotta be real, authentic
Don’t try to serve anotha dudes life, you mimic
Can’t spin it. And no I don’t bragging about sinning
Mine hydrates it’s dipped in the beginning
Genesis to the close
frenemies and foes
Can forever get it cause I just spit it how it is
While you livin to die, I stay dyin to live.
Givin you hard beats like 808 or
rather His heartbeat from out the crate.
Clipped pieces so I can spit this thesis
Dead loops resurrected now that's Jesus.
They say I'm old school,
I say I'm classic, timeless, in a game that gone mindless.
all it takes is one mic, I got dat
plus his light to search for where ya hearts at
A mic knights
Ima hit you live
I don't need Maury, I know who my father is
And I don't need a test for me to find out
telling everybody so they say I stay dimed out
Ima rhyme out.
what he sayin, now you scopin huh?
Don't front you know I got you open. 
Never a token, like Ra I'm never jokin
Bringing the light, but you low key in the dark groping.
Hoping one day you can taste freedom
Well freedom is the son and you need him.... Jesus.


Intellect:
High beams on with the flow to help you hydrate
Living water that'll make blind pupils dialate
I'm just trying to help you concentrate on keeping the faith
A marathon and I'm keeping the pace
God's grace has got me livin' in a new space
Where I don't need the Jordan 11's to help me elevate
Illuminate my mind, bro it's time you do the same
'Cause in the land of the free, we got people livin' in chains
The land of the brave, got'em livin' like slaves to their idols
With a self love and a consuming hate for their rivals
A never ending cycle, spinning
Playing Russian roulette with these bullets now tell me who's winning
We gotta go back to the beginning
'Cause livin' without Christ ain't really even livin'
People trippin' like they got WandaVision
What they perceive as perfect ain't nothin' but a prison, Lord forgive them