Ha'salaam to all believers
In one love and the teachings of Jesus
I know we disagree upon a couple of precepts
But there's a common thread that weaves between us
One day we'll find peace when we're rid of our leaders
Only breeding beef - Deceiving us in speeches
On that day MC's cease carrying heat
They'll spend their time and effort spiting knowledge to the beats

Realize they're blessed - Prophets of the streets
Codifying a message that we'll invest in a dream
Ingest the seeds of destiny bring death to it's knees
By bringing a strength to the weak
There's needs to be met and mouths to feed
But still a billion of us live in the lap of luxury
Despite of Comic Relief - I will not feel guilty
I can only help the world when I help those around me

Whoever has ears to hear... Let the hear!

As we stand in front of this mic - We're preaching the gospel
For we stand firm as part of the Apostles
We're fighting the demons / Writing for freedom
The hand of God is upon us - I'm asking for healing
I sacrifice my life to the mic
With spoken word poetry... I bring light to the night
Our words are weapons they ignite when we write
Seek and ye shall find... We're speaking our minds

Righteous teaching on lines - Scriptures, Prophetic -
Pictures and signs - We redesigned what's depicted by science
To lift you higher - It ain't too late to embrace the messiah
With faith not hate, you'll see Satan perspire
This ain't for a profit - It's for Jeremiah
Like Benjamin Zephaniah: "Never fear"
For those without ears... I'll let them here

Whoever has ears to hear... Let them hear!

Chop 'em down - Rip the roots from the ground
Never gonna give in to the demons abound
Just like Matisyahu said: "I want Messhiach now!"
I wanna see the Son of Man coming through the clouds
Hear the glorious sound of seven trumpets play
Watching every Yod and Tittle of the law pass away
Woe to the women who give suckle in these days
But rest assured ladies... Your babies will be okay

See, the soul don't decay - The body does that
It's only made of clay and it will turn to ash
When the ash turns to dust it's a matter of fact
The last shall be first and the first shall be last
We'll incarnate the past - See the prophets come back
The days of Zirasudra - The Sons of Anak
Now they're trying to raise Lucifer in the sands of Iraq
But it's our fate - With faith, we'll face the fatal attack

Whoever has ears to hear... Let them hear!