MC Anomaly, David Mazella - S.O.P. (spiritual over physical) Lyrics

Sitting back
Caught up in this moment of bliss
Souls at risk so I'm spitting poems
Show em my gift
I'm a pro at this
When I'm flowing you know it's legit
Go toe to toe with this bro but you know you'd fold and just quit
See I rap on any tempo
Attack on any instrumental my mental attracting
What
Y'all didn't get the memo
Essentially your wack and what you're spitting in ya demos is simple
Cuz you don't really want it with my pen yo
Ima tell em straight
These rappers are hella fake
My minds strong enough to wipe the smile off the devils face
And I ain't stressing him
When these rhymes are like medicine
Demons be outside of my door and they screaming let us in
On top of that yo they tell me they'll never win
Oh really
Who said it then
You dealing with a veteran
I'm sick of all these rappers theatrics
My tactics
Read the word of God and watch me out it into practice

Watch when that happens can't none of you cats fathom
You looking for facts
Well then I bet my track has em
Reciting ill raps putting God upon the map
Homie you can bank on that like where my cash is stashed in
I'm past laughing
Now I'm mad from trash rapping
That's something you really hate to see
It's like bad fashion
Attack with passion
While my raps attract the masses
You cats are laughing
But my God's wrath will trap them
I prayed for my foes
Maybe it's the way that I was raised I suppose
Grace is embraced in my flows
My fame I was told it was slain when he froze on the cross
He got tossed in the grave then he rose
That's my life's purpose
On this mic reciting verses
You're quite nervous
I'm the type to be fighting serpents and the scorpions too
But fortunately dude my portion is through these heavens gates
Now that's a fortunate view

Never count me out
Better watch what you say
I'll never die
Keep the flowers from up top of my grave
That ain't the popular way but yo I'm not gonna cave
Now put your hands up to the sky like a copper would say
Knees drop when I pray
That's how I stop them today
They put my beats up to they're ears but my dr ain't Dre
Everything I did I did it the impossible way
They wanna see me lose but that's not an option ok
I went from head trippin, from dead to living, being bed ridden
Now I suffer with Christ
It's like I bled with him
So who you talking too
This is all that I do
I spit a verse and set fire to the walls of the booth
Look it y'all
I got proof
You better call on ya troops
Cuz my Arsenal is deadly and as tall as the roof
I asked God give me wisdom like that Solomon dude
I sit em still
Here's a bitter pill
Swallow the truth