Look Up Ya Bitches, Y'all been sound for long
The Messiah's Here, Y'all fakes be Gone
Teacher been teaching just be away
Bout To Send Dem Substitute Prostitutes To The Ash Tray

Y'all preaching something but aint nothing i can hear
From the whispering to the sign language to a deaf ear
Bow down to trigga i aint come to bring peace
Ya talking to a God. Rumors may cease

My Disciples aint soft but they bonifide
You aint allowed to get the mic
Nigga synchronize
Blow that wig of your head
I bring the holy spirit
Ra da tap tap
now you dead inside
you aint got nothing left
Your pride is mine