Main Course

Now, I'm on some other level ish,
don't be mad,
red in the face,
you're looking a little devilish,
woah, calm down,
take a breather,
you might blow up like a puffer fish,
I know you just got served and didn't like it,
so I'll serve you another dish,
I'm the maitre d' and we're onto the main course,
I'll leave you standing there with your head handed to ya with no remorse,
of course,
I'm plagiarizing because God is my source,
His word is on my heart,
and those words I will endorse.

Hollywood

Comin' fresh,
I flow the Old and New Testament,
the rap game's starting to stink,
I'm bringin' it some Brute and breath mints,
there's some that share my sentiments,
some people just give 2 cents,
anted up,
I'm all in,
I'm gonna use all of it,
and some say it's common sense,
but you also have idiots talkin' politics,
sure you're talented on stage slick,
your slap stick,
it's very nice,
but like Johnny Reubonic said,
how does that make you qualified to give America advice?

When I Roll

When I roll,
it's with many members,
and we roll deep,
a flock of sheep,
and when we rock out,
we get frenzied like Shark Week,
we're here to tell the truth no matter what,
call us Wikileaks,
and I'm an ardent enthusiast,
call me a Jesus freak,
and I'll wear my Jesus on my sleeve,
never will I creep,
it's open eyes toward the skies,
you won't catch your boy asleep,
and I won't skip on faith but I'll take a giant leap,
and I'll keep His words on my heart,
fearfully and wonderfully made,
I'm a vessel,
a regular work of art,
blessed with wisdom,
though even with a few silver hairs,
I still don't look very smart,
haha any of you that just agreed,
meet my blow dart,
my wit's so sharp,
I'll pop your brain like balloons on Mario Kart,
I'm hungry for truth in the morning,
and the word is my Pop Tart,
it's got everything I need,
a spiritual Wal-mart,
God stands at your door knocking,
it's time to do your part,
opening the door sounds like a good start.

Caffeine

Man I'm so tired,
but that's what you get when you're a slave for hire,
wish I could meet the guy who made 5 Hour Energy and call him a liar,
(PK get back ta work),
yes sire,
slap the Sandman's mama,
then throw him on a funeral pyre,
I'll have to drink 5 Red Bulls,
flip his vehicle,
and pop his tires,
I'm crashing,
I'm in dire need of some caffeine,
I've turned into an energy drink crack fiend,
those who lack sleep know what I mean,
brewing takes too long,
I'll eat the coffee beans,
Mt. Dew's a gateway drug,
I've been throwin' back before I was a teen,
look at me now,
got Rock Star cookin' on a spoon,
think it's time to get clean.

Stained

I'm the freshest honky,
got the DNA of Listerine,
I spit Orbit gum,
a dirty mouth that came clean,
and if you live your life for God,
then you know what I mean,
blood like bleach,
that's the power of the Nazarene,
transformed me into a mirror,
I'm no longer seen,
I'm shining,
because now He's my sheen,
I was cracked and dirty,
thank God Jesus intervened.

Disclosure

Copyright © 2011 David Jones All Rights Reserved

It's An Art Form

I write my lyrics with a 4B pencil,
and it's all free hand,
no need for a stencil,
I like to keep my designs simple,
so I leave out the bright lights and tinsel,
my style rests on a rock,
so the only way I can flow is with a chisel,
for those that think they're hot,
they can stick to their shizzle and nizzles,
fo' rizzle,
it's lukewarm,
I'm gonna spit that fire while they fizzle,
get the crowd to move their feet like the dance floor sizzles,
I'm a steak dinner,
you punks are just the gristle,
I roll with a 116 cavalry,
haters can come with their pistols and missiles,
you've just been served a pink slip,
consider this a formal dismissal.