Letras
I'm out here in Degoba, around here shadier
Town people crazier, spiritual Arabia
Riding through the darkness, torch lit
Marksman, archer with the sharp tips
Seeing the evils that men do, stealth mode like Tenchu
Going unseen from wizards that seek out to hex you
Mic's like a laser sword, slicing enchanted vines
Sin not getting tangled on or caught up in the mind
Solving deep concepts in meditative prayer
Brings the lord closer, his presence makes the answer clear
The devil lays a snare, he's a trap producer
Melodically mumbling knowledge designed to confuse you
Elemental spirits, idol worship through lyrics
Savage sacrifice at concerts, the natives are restless
Souls sold out for rose gold is mammon
The game is stack stacks up like backgammon
Hot headed, rhymes take your ear off like Peter in gesemmene
And Jesus said, you gots to chill
I'll teach you how to defeat the enemy
Put your sword back in its place, Jesus said to him
For all who draw the sword will die by the sword
Do you think I cannot call on my father
And he will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels
But how then would the scriptures be fulfilled that say
It must happen in this way
Uh ,Stand firm in the faith, stay in your place
When haters try to spit in your face
And curse dispersed lies, you can see it in their eyes
Their pride, let God cut them down to size
Let God arise, and his enemies be scattered
Glass shattered, bones fractured, his angels getting after it
The battle is the Lord's no doubt
I'm good with my armor when I step up out the house
The temptation is to take over the battle plan
It got devised in a way that no man can understand
Vengeance is the Lord's, not the edge of your sword
Or the way you try to strangle emcees with a mic cord
That's the way we used to move, break dance, break ankles
Crush skulls and crush grooves
We used to say that we're built for this
Now God has us sitting still in the wilderness
Written by: David Bunts, hatti a cuevas
