I'm in the zone, busting up the terrordome,
Yes, it's the prophet M.B., and I'm pumping it in your home,
So you think you are a star now 'cause you got a fresh car, but your baby is having a child,
That's right, I said a "baby" 'cause it's impossible for a fifteen year old to be a lady,
I bust a cap in the slayer, 'cause when it comes to preaching the word of God, I'm a player,
So listen to the words, G, 'cause there's deliverance in them, and the can set you free,
Now I got you demons on the run, Jack, as I look inside the "How Dat Sound" drum track.

Flip-flop lyrics dropped on a breakdown,
Unstrap the amped-up anointed spraydown,
Feel the peel of a shell from a new well,
Steel removed without a surgeon, do tell,
Risen power that we've been given,
You got a will, now make your decision,
Undelayed, many prayed, intercession,
Your confession, that's the right direction,
Many healed from the word that was spoken,
Strictly rhema, the yolk was broken,
Man the fever I feel is sealed on the inside,
I'm riding high, somewhat like a hang-glide,
D. I. S. C. I. P. L. E. S. - through this vessel is built a fortress,
Standing strong, the bolo zone,
Pond for pound, now how dat sound'

So rattle it up from the tip-top, no shoe-shop shine in your mind,
Blind from the verse of the other kind,
I bust out, curse not, quick switch to vertical,
Indeed I bleed, too many see the trigger go,
Buck, buck, got 'em,
A pawn in the base game, no name,
Retrace the face, it's the same slain,
Bugging, a push from a cush start hugging,
William, do tell,
He fell from his state, and the pride of his life, his fate,
And money, money, you're wired up in it, you dummy,
The gaffled your gold tooth and folded your hands just like a mummy,
That's "mummy", not "mommy" - should've listened when she said it,
You had the KJV, but you never even read it - that's a fool move,
You got a good and bad behaviour,
A broke okey-doke, because you didn't know the saviour or his flavour.