Marco Polo, Malcolm, Martin - Gospel Rap lyrics

I was parking my car the other day
On Sutphin & Archer and I was
Going into the candy store right there on
The corner and a young man
Walked up to me and he
Said, "Preacher man, preacher man
Why do I have to go to church?" I said to
Him, "Have you repented your sins
Young man?"

We ‘bout to go to church
I know you hear the organ chords
You preaching to the choir
In the chapel corridor
Lord forgive me for all the
Shit I done before
My coordinates have turned me to a carnivore
That little hottie you got
Ain’t no Coretta Scott
A little fed time pass
I bet them letters stop
But niggas never gon’ change
Just like the leopard’s spots
I got a flow that stay flooded
As when the levees dropped
So all my lyrics is
Possessed with the spirit's
Of children that couldn’t make it
God damn I know you hear it
When the shot clear out and the echoes go
Kids playing with techs, no Tecmo Bowl
Big cousin got murdered
Big brother got a life bid
Cancer took my father from me
This is how my life is
Playing Smokey Robinson and waiting
For the miracles
Looking in the mirror with a
Mind full of spirituals my God!

No gossip, this is that gospel rap
Resurrect on the track, now the gods are back
Somebody pray for me
Because the devil’s trying to get me
Just pray for me
Because the devil’s trying to get me

This is tarantula rap, on the hammer crack
But no pictures posted, I’m a poet perhaps
I’m walking through the streets where
All the toasters is at
Find me anywhere like throwin’ the
Door to the mat no matter the locale
From New York City to SoCal
New school niggas should slow down
If not, then prepare for the showdown
At any given time it can go down
I walk with the ghost of a panther
The antlers of a devil
Rebel without a cause
Pulling strings like Geppeto
Part of my team, too practical to settle
The beat I’ve got a have it like Edo, hello
I am not a soloist, I don’t play the cello
Metal rippin’
Strayin’ through the walls faster
Than a tempo
I don’t bang unless it’s on instrumentals
You can hear the pain
I wish life was so simple

Ready for any altercation
The pen and the pad is my main squeeze
Lyrics is cold
Sometimes I get a brain freeze
I can’t leave
My mind thinking the same schemes
Pedal to the floor, flowin’ at the same speed
Can it be I’m a deity of the city streets?
Searching for inner peace
Demons seemingly envy me
This is a life that I can’t change
Got to maintain
Still staring out the window with the AK

Reading Ezekiel
Still I’m keeping my heater close
Puffin’ this reefer and prayin’
That we don’t overdose the Father, the Son
And the Holy Ghost trinity
Baptize my words with a cup
That’s full of Hennessy
Crusade the streets in a nice rimmed car
During midnight we ride like
The Knights Templar
Think smart I do, a disciple I am
This is a leap of faith I take, I man

My brothers and sisters, this evening my
Service concern i want you to
Want you to dig down i said I want you
To dig … I’m talkin’ ‘bout way
Down and then I want you to come up come up
With the paper ‘Cause
I got to have it you know
Some of you out there
You say to yourself, you say
"You got all that money
And you seem to be always
Beggin’" I ain’t beggin’ i’m
Just tryin’ to relieve you of
Some of that paper, ‘cause I got to have it