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neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
put on your armor of God
For the day of battle will come
But the victory is already ours
Through Christ in the power of one
The Power of Christ
it's not overnight 
And it's not a stage and a mic nah, it's life on life christ 
Walked with twelve, ate with twelve
Talked with twelve, shaped
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
of christ so take me out with your tidal wave cuz I've been tossed around like a slave lost by the ways I crave slippin by holdin on to a reef in disbelieve
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
We heavenly divine, that's why we steadily divine
And put a steel mic through an enemy spine
My voice got power like it's ten of me rhyme
without the greater just couldn't suffice
so with cans, tiles, and mics we serve Christ
I can't conceive why those in disbelief
Stand back in awe that
I'm losing my religion
Thank God
I prayed about my decision
How odd
For the man with the mic
To be the man all his life
While Christ
need except you so I cry that

One mic one cord to proclaim one track
One God one Christ one Lord and just that
I need my wife by my side and my friends
prone to static
Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin'
I can't be dissed so you can stop
Christ then I'd drop this mic


And walk away stray minded and annoyed
Pray every night that it fulfill my void


So what you want to do?



Watch this
words then leave it alone

(Othello)
Let me start off by stating while the world's fading yo I'm creating
Promptly grab the mic to execute my mission
of Christ, get crucified just for having that ice
And the audacity for having that life, while n****z starving and s***
The main reason they be robbing
torchin' it
The mic is my element when I'm tellin'
Kids be cautioned with
The fast life without Christ your portion is
Eternal separation makin'
mics,
Swingin' the cords up in the air,
Like cowboys,
We be rockin' the territory in this rap game,
'n' CHRIST blessed us with the octane,
The same
He should meditate up on being up to blocked 
By arrows, rifles, spears and swords
Being carried away by surging waves
Being thrown in to the midst
a mic in my brain
Has a lot of good advice to retain
What's not to like about the guy who had Christ slain?
I don't have the right to gripe
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah! 

[Jamal-Ski] {best guess} 
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em 
Come follow me the man me work for the mic 
They
denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader
He was fooled by the inter-pre-atation made from a traitor
MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone
the plan
We travel to Beijing and end up in Japan
Hoods everywhere, bring the goods and gear
And teach them how to hold mics and grow them beards
Then
erupted, rage in the sea
Ain't the second coming of Christ
The first coming of me
They say if you downward the Nile
It would throw off the rotation
was the first to produce mix and write
At the same time up in the club rockin the mic?
Who was the first to have a DJ and a side man?
The first
jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on, we juggle mic's
We come on all the amps, advance the final
Show
reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung