I've engaged an attack with ammo pack
Riding a camel's back

Strapped with living water and raps
This ain't a hobby
I'm on a mic-mission through mohabi
Desert cities the devil politiking for souls to lobby
The safari where the hunter becomes the hunted
Too many christians smoking their a vanity blunted
With images of hundreds stack to the steeple
Turning ministry to hennessey drunk off the root of evil
It's bereaving
Can't tell a saint from a heathen
10 years in christ and you still teething
The world is going to hell
Ghashing and weeping
It's time for solid food
Stop your breastfeeding
Grow men and woman sucking on your pacifer
Used to be on fire
But now your desires retired
But instead of crying abba to your father
Your turn-up pac and biggie when christ was the true living martyrs give him honor