"THE 'MC' (HOW IT SHOULD BE DONE)"

From: The 'MC' (The Messiah Christ) Disk 2: The Last Revelation
By: Apostle ReAsOn DiSciPLe the ApOsToLic PoEt©
Produced by Timeless for Timeless Beats
Written: December 30th, 2011
Song inspired by: Job 38:6-7 & Colossians 1:15-17
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1st Verse
We take it back not to '98/ nor '88/
Not even the birth of hip-hop '78/
The same year I was born I AM the 'MC'/
And Hip-hop was made for me/ I wasn't built to be/
A rapper. It's a tool on my utility belt/
I AM made to melt/
Like gold and silver tried in the Messiah's fire/
Music founded at Creation I'm no liar/
When the morning star angels sang for joy/
At the foundation of the world was laid oh boy!/
Go read Job 38 Six and Seven/
Hip-hop, the music form was created in Heaven/
ALL things were created by HIM and FOR HIM/
Praise and Worship is what I call it swords slim/
Sharp two-edge I already said that one/
Jesus let's show them how it's done/

2nd Verse
MIC check 1 - 2 - 3/
Dis da rude bwoy they call Rickie D/
Ya'll ain't ready for me/
Or these upcoming Kingdom MCs/
They getting lyrical/ spiritual/
Signs and wonders and miracles/
They BUCK! Like a pistol do/
Even my sisters spew/ blessings/
We'll lay hands on you don't test these/
Supernatural/ grab the MIC and battle you/
Tabernacle truth/ We bring in back to the youth/
Ministries and wreck the elders traditions/
Have kids/ in the church to God submittin'/
To the Last Wave/ Dead To Flesh the last grave/
We rise up take the land/ the Last Days/
We numbered like the sand/ We the seed of Abraham/
And on the Rock the MIC Christ we stand/

3rd Verse
In my time/ High School hallways/ beating on poles/
My rhymes/ always/ keep crowds around the flow/
You better/ ask Mygrane/ Murdoc/ and Payne/
No cheddar/ no dames/ hot/ and no fame/
Ya'll forgot/ I grew up/ on Nas and Wu-Tang/
Facemob/ Jay blew up/ Das Effx and Kane/
Big Daddy/ down south/ Outcast/ Trick Daddy/
Big Caddy/ my town/ out last/ I'm Rick Daddy/
With the BIGGEST DADDY in the universe see/
Ya'll remember my second album Contra-Verse-See/
Which came/ with a double/ disk/ mixtape/
I reign/ with a couple/ of fish/ grits ate/
With green eggs and ham/ oven mitt/
Hot like spam/ I'm playing and loven it/
This game called life/ the Kang called Christ/
I don't sang/ I brang/ the change/ on MICs/

4th Verse
I used to go through much pencil and paper/
Destroying trees in the name of a gangsta/
I realized/ my disguise/ was wanksta/
Now I'm a Tree of Life/ on the MIC/ for the Saviour/
Ink ain't working passing the margin neither/
This is more than a "Takeover" and no "Ether"/
Nuclear/ power of words will sink your battleship/
No comparison to your pop (gun) music. Rap Classics/
I drop like hot potatoes I'm on Lake of Fire/
While lukewarm wet, put you in the dryer/
Make you whiter/ still a filthy rags to riches/
Trying to get it/ or die trying my digits/
Are infinite/ when with the Messiah/
No gimmicks/ it's the holy Spirit/ anointed to supply tha/
Music ministry, industry, and culture some/
I'm the MC, here to show you how it's done/