Nailed it

You may have fame,
but it's apparent you're lame,
you're the thimble,
I'm the Monopoly banker,
I run the game,
the beat was too wild,
opened my mouth to tame it,
my tongue whips,
my lips so loose they drip,
and when I spit,
you see ripples triple,
these sound waves cripple,
pops your ear drums like pimples,
it's messy being a lyrical assassin,
I killed it,
nailed it,
now I unfasten,
unleashed the beast,
bring out the kraken,
I'm raw like sushi,
fry me up little Tunechi,
I eat punks for breakfast,
but for now I'm snackin',
and I walk protected,
there's no need to be packin',
Yeshua's what you're lackin',
concerned with money and women,
but stay mackin',
the devil's got you in his pocket,
keep pluggin' evil like it's a socket,
I chalk it up to secular society,
but you'll dismiss my words as religious piety,
to you Christians are just a variety of Neanderthals,
you may be big or tall,
but you can never snatch from His hands,
He'll never topple,
He'll never fall,
there's still time to revolve,
180,
and with that fact I'll keep my resolve,
and strive to answer His call daily.