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Lyrics

i'm like some piranha in some bloody water, i'm coming nicely with the blah-blah, giving praise to the eternal jah-jah, eternal father flowing in this living water, your rhymes ca-ca talking all ya rah-rah, mic's is sparking i'm tight like arteries that was hardened, i beg your pardon the 52 is strictly parting, emcees like i'm moses, no matter what your coast is, no matter what your flow is, no matter who's the dopest, without christ you're hopeless, i shake dust from opposers, get your open like roses, burning microphone holders, assembling all the soldiers, open your current orders, i'm attacking tape recorders while i'm holding down this fortress, 1, 2, 3 follow after he christ is the son of the almighty, 1, 2, 3 follow after he christ is the son of the almighty, 1, 2, 3 follow after he christ is the son of the almighty, 1, 2, 3 follow after he christ is the son of the almighty, tell all the people salvation is free, read about it in the bible tell you about a friend for free, he's the way the truth the life and also the key, enter into the paradise and all his glory, the savior will come once again, the christ, the son of man, i say he's upon this style, if you want to k now me, say me be coming on top of the clouds, christ the one who said to be born again, everyman the savior say come set your soul free for real, all man he save them but most are passing him, if you want to know me, see me, come back again now say. 1, 2, 3 follow after he christ is the son of the almighty, 1, 2, 3 follow after he christ is the son of the almighty, 1, 2, 3 follow after he christ is the son of the almighty, 1, 2, 3 follow after he christ is the son of the almighty, it's hard to be a star when your skills ain't up to par, it's hard to push a lex when you don't even own a car, it's hard to win the batten when you can't win this war, it's hard to be a man when you don't know who you are, i stay on point just like some harpoons, develop thoughts in verbal dark rooms taking on these cartoons, ya minds spinning like some typhoons, these martial artists flip scripts to leave ya open like some gaping wounds, call me 52 this predator, my microphone's like excalibur attacking y'all with metaphors, so my competitors can now check ya exit doors, choice is yours jesus reigns like when it pours, the lord god most high superior, these haters lay up in this cut like bacteria, i'm never fearing ya i see through exteriors, i keep on scoping out these moves from ulterior, stay devoted still checking all ya motives, thoughts unloaded though so many times i'm misquoted, so now it's noted these origins of residence, so my adversaries can now make they exodus, 'cause it's my nemesis escorted off the premises, there ain't no guessing this when i proceed to finish this, 52 the chemicist head seeking lyricist, standing with my locust fist now i got ya choking this, but your broker diss got lost with ya hopelessness, but from genesis i'll still stand opposing this, smack it up, if they last name is skills ya first name should be lack of, it's time to act up or call in your back up, these fools make me crack up, fronting is what you have a knack of, you talk your junk but then you come around to give me mad love, whatever, i gots no time for you, so go ahead and spend time with your crab crew, yo i'll see you on album number two