designated tha rhyme schemes to keep my mind clean...
from bogus crime scenes seen in movie license of tha 90's...
don't mind me... i'm only here to be tha prophit...
had a mind but lost it... can't find it... so how can i use it often?
i sure as hell don't know... neither does Jesus...
we both still stuck on who can tell tha world tha thesis...
on Judgement... won't nobody make it past tha gates...
ur all sinners... now just embrace ur late fate...
cause when u die... we no longer will see eye to eye...
i'm above u in tha cloud nine... u're tumblin from tha sky...
to hit tha ground in surround sound... bodies equal a mound...
each lay on top each other... and that's tha way they will be found...
when death comes to lead them all to tha promised land...
all that's left is sick grins from a skeleton... i'm honest man...
u ain't got to believe me to concieve that i ain't lyin...
recieve tha competition in ur mind... rotted away tha body's dyin...
lay awake wit no soul and watch ur spirit go...
from one coast to coast to the Angellical show...

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