Verse 1
Now homey listen up this truth I spit
The sin your heart dig holes like pits (laugh)
New life in him so I gotta penetrate, Hey!
Lizard type love so must regenerate, uhh
No need to debate eat the food on your plate
I'm fresh out the casket suit and tie fitted
In him I'm committed so I one-one-six it, uhh
Said peace to the world as prince it
Gatorade type flow sorry Tiger
He's a mixed breed call him Liger
Forget the G4 we riding on Eeyore
To a place where his grace made detour, uhh
Details in his will how stay pure
It's cure to the cancer gone and take a taste
His love never fails it can free you from your jail
Change the smell from the hell to the love of his nails

Chorus 2x
Holy Spirit move ya boy, Ah!
The Word is what I'm eaten on,
His Love is what I'm drinkin on
Pass to the brother in the club
In the street before they six feet (laugh)

Verse 2
They say life is hard it's a big boss
I say sin murder and it's has heavy cost
You think you gain something but you really loss
Big homey little homey you got to check him
If life is a ball then you better bend them like Beckham
Another technical foul yeah refer him
It's war going on and its televise
Stand up to the enemy no running Plies
He'll flee and hide if you STAND UP
Take of your kids yeah MAN UP
This the voice of a death man speaking up
This life we lead is so treasonous
We scream father please start blessing us
When he sent his son to start reppin' us
He's alive and well he's not in a tomb
With his dynamite love yeah ka-boom

Chorus 2x
Holy Spirit move ya boy, Ah!
The Word is what I'm eaten on,
His Love is what I'm drinkin on
Pass to the brother in the club
In the street before they six feet (laugh)


Verse 3
We drawn in His image yeah cartoons
And His love never flushes bathrooms
See homey, I love Him so much
He touch my soul and your boy just Blushed
Skip to my lye or is it double Dutch
But, I really care if my Fathers not there
Let move to the vine cause this branch will bear
That fruit that will last for a life-time
You're a son of the King so let your Sun shine
I guess I'm killing you dudes yeah I write crimes
He's saving you dudes lifeline
See, I go back and forward with it
My flesh in the face is where my fist likes to hit it
The words on my tongue so I guess I got to spit it
The life that I lead is sort of like a widget
Pancake flow but it's fluff like a biscuit

Chorus 2x
Holy Spirit move ya boy, Ah!
The Word is what I'm eaten on,
His Love is what I'm drinkin on
Pass to the brother in the club
In the street before they six feet (laugh)