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.

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.