"STRIFE AND VAINGLORY"

From: The 'MC' (The Messiah Christ) Disk 2: The Last Revelation
By: Apostle Ricardo Butler / ReAsOn DiSciPLe the ApOsToLic PoEt©
Produced by Soul Theory of Soul Theory Productions
Written: December 23rd, 2011
Song inspired by: 1st Corinthians 3:1-8 and James 3:14-16
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1st Verse
Bad influences/ politicking, maneuvering/
Leaven of the Pharisees they moving in/
Names using them/ Apostles and Prophets smoothest men/
And women to knock over the Pastor who is them/
Power and control/ Dark Ages again let it go/
It’s like Catholics, Protestants we never grow/
La Costra Nostra/ Mafia Churches in holsters/
They use fear tactics they don’t need toasters/
The doctrines/ of Christ and God sins/
He hates/ into that Lake/ they Mob men/
With more power/ will they rob God? Nope! Just dollars/
From the poor sheep cry and holler/
Every week on Sunday/ Go to work Monday/
They bosses’ just as bad/ they like, “One day!”/
They just so mad/ I’m like, “What’s the haps?”/
They put they face on the floor trust on Dad/
He’s coming back/ the day will turn black/
The light/ turns night/ then white/ in fact/
Skies full of horses/ It’s the Boss kid/
The real one/ real Son/ He’s a force kid/
To reckon with/ double-edge sword tongue weapon split/
Valleys in half with Kingdom Messages/
Electric is/ an understatement yes it is/
Bow down to the Word of God confess ya sins/

2nd Verse
Democratic, Republican/ Parties/ sorry/
The church government/ makes me sick barf wheeze/
There are dark sees/ spoilin’ our hearts bleed/
Dragons blood we ain’t doing the will of the Father/
So don’t call me brother I’m a stop ya/
Close ya mouth I smell poison and venom/
My Spidey senses going crazy I’m living/
In the Ghetto in Americas church pews/
Ark is in the wrong camp that’s bad news/
I grab a few/ of my dudes/ to go get it/
We don’t need priests put it in the new rented/
Beamer for God’s best it’s falling don’t touch it/
My man tried to catch it and God struck him/
I’m mad and like good luck with/ that leave it/
Call the priests in we’ll do it Moses’ way/
Every so many steps we gotta PRAISE!/
And dance in the streets and lose our clothes/
Like King David Apostolic Poet fasho/
Gold diggin’ pro wife mad she just jealous/
And other women saw me and my fellas/
God comes first women her womb’s closed up/
This is Strife And Vainglory and shorty froze up/

3rd Verse
I’m so thankful that I’m not like other sinners/
I’m another winner/ I came from a mother not a quitter/
I’m a fighter/ pinch hitter/
Writer/ die or try to get rich quicker/
My rhymes is sick they six figures/
In the making wake up that’s the ghetto America dream/
In the Holy Hip-Hop scene/
Who got the best flow/ na mean/ yes, no/
Keep the rhymes clean/ just till the next show/ let’s jet go/
Pipe dreams/ bustin’/ put pressure on them crush ‘em/
After that it’s back to cussin’/
Bloodin’/ cuzzins/ and thuggin’/ carry guns in/
They club and/ like it’s nothing/ “You buggin’/
ReAsOn”/ is what you thinking/ “It’s not that bad!”/
I say, “You right, its worse then that!”/
So God sent me to the earth/ to bring the Church on back/
To the reality of the first real Dad/
Of Life and His Son Christ come on let’s search for that/
Purses snatched/
From the wife by preachers/ they jerks they mad/
Because I don’t celebrate Easter/ learn the facts/
It’s a revolution more like restoration/
Of the Ark, the Tabernacle of David/
Guards is changin’ off the throne goes Satan/
No more glory it goes all to God stop haten’/