Lyrics:

Is this mic on?
Grip it like a python
Blow up like pipe bombs or even planet Krypton
I'll grab a napkin if it's all I gots to write on
I'm hitting you so hard, you'll feel it in your protons
Hold on, nah son, nah you dead wrong
I'm hitting you dead on, now it seems that you read it wrong
A cross He bled on is all that I flips on
And every mic I grip on, that's the mic that I rip on
I got more lines than girls getting hit on
I'm staying calm, I'm writing these lines like Davidic Psalms
And if you cut me now, I'll probably bleed some Krylon
But Christ has got me transformed like Decepticons
I'm pressing on, I make you feel it in your chest and arms
Grabbing your palms, I'm making hits like Mafia dons
The blood now got me covered like some Napalm
My word is bond now, so what your crew waiting on?
My sin is gone, swinging swords like Voltron
And I could go on like sentences that run on
About my God who from now to the eons
He's running things no matter what planet you be on
From the L.A. to the N.Y.C
Dirty South and all points in between
All my peoples worldwide keep it moving
It ain't where you from or where you at, it's where you going

I'm grabbing pens, open up the folders
I got more pages than Motorola, boots laced like a soldier
You couldn't move the crowd with dynamite and a bulldozer
I'm letting Jehovah rock you like a boulder
It's all love from the younger to the older
So hard rocks them, keep them Glocks in the holsters
So come on over coz nobody gets the cold shoulder
Now it's my God who awoke me from the coma
To me, M.C. means the microphone controller
I'm staying in the syllabus with the verbs like a Knowda
We holding it down now, from here to Arizona
Just keep it moving now, in case we never told ya
(Knowdaverbs)
I'mma speak this, so hate me now if you want to
But it will be kind of hard to do and still claim to follow Christ too
I'mma mosey on in like this very track's tempo
And mosey on back like word that's heard from a demo
It's mighty hard when it's not that fast enough timing
On hearing from a label after showcasing your best rhyming
Sending them an envelope with a note attached to the cassette saying
This our new stuff, kinda rough and ain't been mixed yet
But stay anxious for naything, take some time to build
Coz they automatically up the ante when you're on the playing field
So come closer to the speaker because y'all don't want to miss this
I reckon I rank real high on the enemy's out-to-get list
An extra expose, exposing all the creeps
Didn't you catch the taped series on how they told you to pull the sheets
Coz a lot of us is Christians sleeping with the opposition
Then we snapping under pressure leaving funky dispositions
We supposed to speak bold but then we fold until it hurts
And this life requires passion, set to action, through the word
It's how we do, you know how we do
T.C., F. Reid, Knowdaverbs, 5-2