Façade of God

Yeah, I'd' be ready to collaborate, just like light of the screen opened a far off gate

Standing looking, thinking I'd be great with a step over the abyss that could separate

Myself from the ground level state from those that oops hesitate, raise the roof, raise the rate

Waiting for the prompts in a mental state, ready to spit, staining the silver platter plate.

 

When the one comes calling, know death aint stalling, take that ticket, get your hip-ass hopping

Writing lines that radio play but still appalling, appealing stuff, to leave 'em crawling

Bounce 'em up, hip-hop hopping, right to their feet ass stomping, from the MC, lip ass hauling

the next verse before the crowd starts boo ass balling, Jesus Christ, fast finger crossing

 

Back from the past, had to take a hit with my holy uncle and my lovely sass

Bouncing and hopping there and back and I had a spiritual smash across my ass

Dumb ass, don't let 'em crash, hero your fingers fast, their stuck on stage with audience at mass

Prayers answered, bacon and hash, sliding across table, giving a salt and pepper pass

 

Here and now, get ready for the pow, it's coming, its wow, did you see and hear how

No, to caught up in the plow, didn’t get out of the way, got caught up and now to disavow

All that's hidden, exposed by a vow, to the elite, anyhow don't ever eyebrow a highbrow

At a chance to disallow, middlebrow, so become the stage, become that sacred cow, holier-than-thou

 

Cash-cow, I'm not, standing holier than than the hole on the top that shines light so ever hot

On whoever holds a shot at getting it or fault their attempts at spotting it to that supreme top

For another lot, holding onto a dream, fraught with rot along a path of choice err and ought

From who pushed you to that spot beyond an untaught, lyrical miracle audience onslaught

 

With a prayer and a pen, now I’m standing where, here, not a matter if but a matter of when

On stage as a ten, backing up the one, from two to nine and back and again with a state penn

Holding my own, now and then, spitting ink as fast as I can, shot calling as one of the wise-men

An Indian shaman, swinging a ballpen, hitting it out of the bullpen, CNN calling it gone, amen, amen