Standing Alone

I'm ready, ready as I'll ever be... There's no escaping this It was inevitable, let's go D-Leo is back like Lazarus Feeling dope and rapping this old verse On the polished track that you can't miss To dethrone the whack half truths and myths Thrown as seed in our church, grown as weed to be burnt Don't go read up and learn bout the King of the earth Hope the grief that you earn knows a thing about hurt Cause I see the churches indo is a curse I woke up with a bang and no I didn't slam My nose with my own hand but bro gonna take a stand Against a theology of demons That is quite toxically now preached in Churches around the globe pulling folks away from God Worthless to those who own curiosity to ask 'Queries about the note ministers forever bark Thoughts that spin in their domes impart a dangerous task To search for candour in the matter We burn like cancer in the pastor's Mind with a passion to find answers But earn backstabber reps like a master I guess we're a snake in the grass but blessed to be taking a stand Against all the fables and scams seen as really great by those that Receive so much earthly riches from the people they should be leading Indeed they trust earthly witches to build steeples that could reach Heaven Oh here's the beat and it's time for me to reach Tech N9na speed every line that I do breath Is like a dagger in your skin or Chadwick's panther rest in peace I rhyme with damaging words beating up those who curse All the weaklings while their preaching 'Bout their teachings that ain't really Found in the Gospel and gospel means truth Our storms are not stilled by fossils that choose Comfort over the harsh truth absurd so I say (adieu) To those churches and their pews I go searchin' for Good News I never wished upon a star Cause I believed I'd be on par With the GOATs of this globe now I show that I won't Have to boast to get dough cause my motive ain't low I shoot a headshot to the church of Satan that he owns And look for reasons to stay firm and patient while being towed Straight down to hell couldn't you tell They hope I'd sell out just to help Them in their enterprise of growin' mammons lies Twisting the Bible's lines tryna get more tithes Now I'd wager the reason for the empty church Is cause paper deceived those meant to learn That no traitor to the Creator one who's a faker or manipulator Will be able to be taken into Heaven a bad situation Being a preacher became a career Seeing the teachers delay cause they fear What people in the pews may do to their salary Dealing with deeper seen grace they adhere To mammon's wishes they begin to stutter They cannot dish this with heart and wonder If they'll be punished in the form of a blessing If all of their sunny thoughts are just cursings Now I stepped upon dangerous territory And I penned the bars that will live in the deep Parts of everyone's psyche, why am I rhyming wildly For the most part I'm fighting tryna find the right things I wanna wake the zombies out of their pew induced Slumber cause of the dumb things loudly they do approve Don't run to wale to mommies now you're dealing with truth I'm gonna break those robbing crowds to love God It's time to destroy the old traditions A crime they re-voice but oh my reasons I try to employ no superstitions But God's real-McCoy and truth will lead us Don't be angry at me I'm a voice of a generation We do carry trashy baggage from your generation I'm one voice (echoed) by thousands with hope With an army bro we're Standing Alone