Turn in your Bible to James Chapter three verse one... 

...and it reads "Let not many become teachers,

for we know that those who teach have a more... strict... condemnation."

1st Verse

What makes a man of God cuz I don't see one

Except in my reflection and sure election to be one

I dread like your ignorant head regarding the prophets 

The only thing you making is blatant attempts to flee one, Dee-1

And it's making me sick, a quick admonishing 

Lukewarm is the form of the puke music you vomiting

Contrary to the popular discourse of The Gospel

You’ve  chosen to be exposed By Mister Bitmore Hostile 

I put my life up for the one who laid His life down

Who built me up to cut you up, save putting the knife down

As crazy as it might sound, my position is fastened 

to the rational facts I know yo ass ain't finna go ask Him

You spend your time getting your praises up from people 

Instead of truly standing in The Fire so He can keep you

The shit I had suffer to be the buffer of evil

I don't need Harvard or your silly books for me to read you

See My crooked tooth peering through this odd smirk it's 'cause I flow in the know you're not really doing God's work

Your lame campaign is a wack and strange mixture  

A derailed track record of untrained in the scriptures

Blame it on the storm, and perform a fed search 

for the bones of a dead church that really ain't wit ya

It's the same picture frame unseen behind the curtain

of the man of sin known as the sown seed of the serpent 

I love The Kingdom of God more than you love your ego 

and that's a stretch considering that wretched mess 

As the vermin you determine the extent that we go, 

but cheesing at the traps ain’t earning a second guess or bigger 

I own the hole of the constant ditch digger

Bitch nigga whose best pitch is “which trigger?”

So quote "man of God" unquote its my position

that you'll postpone admitting where I get my ammunition

Chorus

Mission: Demolition, Diss & Prison

Keys of the warden, warning I spit out

Extremely prejudicial, pressed and official

Repenting to my face is the only way you'll get out

Verse 2

What will a man give in exchange for his soul, 

Ask Mr. Faux, self-righteous, irrelevant to the goal

A list of humanistic accolades and an odd past 

of regretting, to shedding fake tears on a podcast

And living a life of making em believe you pay a cost

While blatantly avoiding the straight preaching of the cross

When that alone can set em free from bondage, with proper responses, 

through the non nonsense prophets who are honest with the truth 

Now Show us in The Bible where it lends 

that an artist is responsible for other people's sins

And while the music industry heads might set a trend 

The raping is escaped in the message of born again... [DEE-1]

And nobody owes your silly ass an explanation

for music they be making along with the paper chasing

Your definition of righteousness is based in the lifeless 

unruly flesh you’ve meshed ‘to a life you’re wasting

Feeding your own ego with a media Free-throw, 

deep-throating the people that's keeping you weak

Wipe your mouth off drizzling Satan's gism from whoredom

And hating The Lord's order, and by all means ignored Him 

The key difference between the trend of Ken of Drake

Is I'm a sure prophet and judge exposing a fake

So this ain't even a rap beef, it's bully bars and the Bible, 

where the star is backed with no survival

And speaking of stars you better find one to wish on

Cuz this is the post-Car-Mel killing at Kishon

Are you even familiar with that passage prophetess dumb-ass

or is that another Bible scripture you run past

See, it doesn’t shock me that Ruach you’re not hearing

And that running from Me is a shallow form of God-fearing

The never seen or heard before in the history of rapping

A true prophet saying fuck-off, and power to make it happen

Chorus

Mission: Demolition, Diss & Prison

Keys of the warden, warning I spit out 

Extremely prejudicial, pressed and official

Repenting to my face is the only way you'll get out

Verse 3

Not only am I phenomenal when I pen rhymes

But I enlist to ripping through mysteries of the end times 

So while you writing kiddie books on how to deal with a bully

God sent me to demonstrate both sides of it fully

Here's a twist of the script with Goliath playing David 

slinging a lying rave that he thought he could get away with

Till The Royal Priest and The Truth Man laid a belated 

reintroduction to the doctrine that this nigga hated

For fun, lemme see you run a Chapter of Esaias

As a pun, I'm the one coming after the Dee minus

and that's grading on a curve, cuz this idiot has the nerve

to think that he ain't finna get everything that he deserves

Blinded by the pitch black darkness of the fame 

With a pale light he shined for the arching of his name

When a bitch is leaking a speaking by the hydrant 

We'll see if the fire holds up every barking that he claims 

I could hear it in The Heavens of The Antiquity 

“Who dares to cross me with this gospel [of] positivity 

A Strange Fire arranged to fry iniquity 

And what’s this blemished sacrifice that’s been giving me”

Report to handle the scandal of the disrespect 

The rest of Yeshua’s neck-to-foot soldier passionate

fist of fury, royal reign, five and thundering

Wondering how my foretelling was so accurate

Co-Signed by The Seven Spirits I'm committed to

And Everybody who supports you gon get it too

Fuck the fame, God’s keeping the true scores

They ain't gotta know my name, but they will hate they knew yours 

Hook

Mission: Demolition, Diss & Prison

Keys of the warden, warning I spit out 

Extremely prejudicial, pressed and official

Repenting to my face is the only way you'll get out

(c) All Rights Reserved.

Call me Captain Chaldean

The Medic Terrain Black Be-In without seein 

The predator brain praying the editor 

No competitor campaign track slayin', the stack-three-in

The Mack Eden for Black Eve with a Fat Her

Out of Ur an al natur of bat blur

Pet it, And Scat-tering the Cat fur

Snap Capture, Ced rap stirrin' the Rap-ture, Get it? After

Wet , The Nasty Solomon salamander following 

till Amanda swallowing my spirit and glory gumption

Full or raspy function, ignore me, coulda, woulda shoulda asked me something

Ha! The first of all, bent and press, deep purple law enforcement 

Raw endorsement hurtful-esque, jehu-to-Jezebel ringer

The pay and then piss off the belly-swell singer

Who? Mister bold bean taxin

The black gold chaplain dean action jackson

The technical intercede fruit inspect

Fresh vegetable/ kill a weed and inhale

Breath.... Taken, Got Word

The double Ohs! Heaven shaken and not stirred

The plot thickens for hot wiccans

I'm not chicken George anymore 

Send me war, I'll top any score

Dark flight parting is cinnamon sorrow

Faith to sureshift Mt. Kilamanjaro

Safe to pure lift brick, key to Giza

Freeze on negative 33 degrees

Uh! The Master Rap Tone 

The Mapped Throne App Prone/ Clap for Capstone... and set proper 

Then poke the winking, the slick hand quicksand set for sinking

The freakin omen to the Greek & Roman 

The bonafide threat to Mede-Persian Bowman

The Definite thorn and more than a maybe, the brack

The reddish rash to the Lon-Baby The black phal-lus in Columbia's District

The modern misfit, the rock bottom is lifted, and it's strict-ly justice under my rule

Signed in a blood autograph at my school

I'M MIZRAIM

Verse 1

Grand wonder assist, a tandem fame, gunner and gist

So claim fly till that bitch laying under my fist

Pound for the effort, a plan-o-gram of thundering wrist with a swat

For thinking never is a plot with a twist when it's not

The first ever bad weather came 

In a flood to a world where it had never rained, consider

The core can be ice cold and bitter

but sold with a surface hot for the perfect shot with better aim 

This is more than rap or cellophane

It's a school where a fool’s dad had him early signed out

This ain't group sex on a merry-go-sing, 

and Mr. Clapper will snap you gon fuck around and find out

It was an automatic grind out

Regardless of the context or when ya mom’s test was handed in 

Your plain complex was paper thin

And even the lift off has gotten me pissed off, land again

Hook

*talking*

And Suddenly Through The Back Door

Verse 2

Death heated reply

A much needed grief and goodbye

With a beef that your hello fresh can feed to a fly

These light-footed niggas breeding defeat can get to stepping 

Like a millipede leading a stampede

And reading the proceeds to the petals jamming hostile at the take off

Butter cake soft to crumble at the bake off

The yeast of leaven, the least of seven, 

have em easily celebrating the evil of the beast from heaven

Now was that over your headshot when the sky is limit?

(Shit) To take the beer back to the Brews is called regal

Black bear embarrass the bald eagle

The witch doctor’s, murder in the 3rd degree, it’s all legal

And the case closed with your face exposed 

Open heir to the throne, measured oxygenic ruler

Birth of a nation, cool, but let me be the doula

Years of new ton, where a little dab’ll do ya

[Sweep] The Black “More Than A Pitty Pat” Panther

Strapped with a full slap of gimme dat

Sexting a question well-guessed for kitty-kat answers

Perjury if entered with a jimmy hat

flexing and firing missiles with a dial-in mix

Chipping off the angles from your white pentagonal block

My violence warned of silent knuckles locked

and they were still shocked that I entered the premise and didn’t knock

For real?

Hook

*talking*

And Suddenly Through The Back Door

And Suddenly Through The Back Door