40 Bars of Yeshua

I asked your favorite Christian rapper does he believe in the Bible he told me tricky question A man who doesn't trust his map gone probably lack direction I keep that 40 for protection under God's protection Wondering does that mean I'm doubting God our doubting our connection If God breathed it I believe it time for my bereavement Can't even trust myself cause self and spirit never in agreement Got to make sure I'm doing this for you Lord and not just for achievement Or Presidents that should of faced impeachment Camron flow ain't perfect but the lamb was though If it's of God, it's no façade make sure your lamp on bro Can't trample what the Lord of mantles put his stamp on mo We treat the Bible like Bruno from that Encanto show Behold a virgin bears a son and calls his name Immanuel I know you saying but that ain't Jesus chill I'm getting mechanical Immanuel means God with us Jesus walks ain't just a song He really walked the streets of Bethlehem for those that's geographical Isaiah 9:6 prince of peace to us a son is given it was written 7 centuries later brought us to repentance Another prophecy fulfilled Christ passed the mission Engine light was on Jesus paid so we could pass emissions What's the bars for the day I ain't looking to the stars for the way Trust creation over God who creates Boy you bugging get the Raid must have flies in his face Story time go and get the archives from the safe So while death strikes his heal the offspring takes the cake He had Christ on death row I'm talking murder was the case Death bit but he ain't die punched death right in the face Another prophecy fulfilled how many miracles does it take Starts with order, grows with freedom, dies with chaos Dark souls emerge from the shadows like Noob Saibot They watching us like a Hawk, that's word to Mookie Blaylock But children of the light rebel, no matter what it may cost Yeah the flow sicko, crypto apocalypto But don't let that distract you from these facts I'm trying to kick though From vengeance to forgiveness opposite of Monte Cristo Man this ain't a game, its food for thought for all my hungry hippos look Head spinning like nunchucks head splitting from punch-ups Death sentence confronts us but God swimming in front us Red villians don't run up set tripping like young bucks They right there in your house walking round with they face scrunched up Blev