Pre Summer Heat

[Guest]

alot'a things on my mind as I coast in my ride
everyday try'n to humble myself, rid all the pride
got the everyday problems naggen at my side
got me stressen, lette'n out a breath aka a sigh
prayen to the Lord to give me sight, goinen to war in this spirtual fight, i jus might
lose my composure and give it up
but then i hear his voice, liften me up, given me tha
strenghth i need to walk n go on
n im weak but he make me so strong
i used to try to get the coke gone, but i now i flow on
tracks tryen to reach the lost who are wonderen...and i'm
looken up at the sky know'n soon they be thunderen
got me on the track holla'n at my sista's n bretheren, u know the kid never settlen
and i fall so many times but his grace their to pick me up
and i know the devil out their wit guns wanten to stick me up,
but at mass u know i get thee cup.....of his blood and the bread of his body
know them haters can shoot at the kid with the shotty
but they cant take my soul, only this ugly human body, catch me rollen shotty
in that civic with the homie from the south side, see shorty, u know we stop by
where she standen, holla at her she talken crazy all demanden
a couple dollars so she can get a pop n chips, hit her with the coagulated milk, we try to live
the best we can in this world filled with nothen but deception
praise God the Son of God lived this life up to perfection
i love'm with my whole heart thanken'em for the protection
He give me everday in this world filled with the intersection
of demons and beast riseing out the sea
Thank GOD for his church, that gracefully be
on the rock of the apostle Peter
and the antichrist here cuz he'a deceiver
thats why were pointen him out n senden him the heater
of the flow that rep truth, praise God aint a single thing neater

Edited May 18, 2004 by Guest

[Guest]

the flow for the beat and the beat for the flow
writen rhymes to the beat b-4 i hit the studio,
liven in a world, thats a gansta paradise like coolio,
not knowen anyone in a world, thats about who ya know,
planet earth feel cold like its pluto, eww its cold, fool's be bold
no love jus buncha hate, buncha guns so the kids particpate
in the shoot'em up action, look wrong once, and dude prolly blasten
like andre 3000 i be outkast'd,
in the driveway shoot'n hoops in the basket
stay'n postive even though things drastic,
terrorist tryn to put us in the casket
and Christ church is where the mass get,
so real cuz his blood n body their, so its tragic
when i miss mass cuz i was lazy,
got my brothers looken at me like im crazy
priorties mess'd up, think'n God should pay me,
He like, im not ur finantional aid b
He like I supply ur needs, so dont be a baby,
think of those who starve, boy u crazy
and I swear, his wisdom never cease to amaze me,
layen on the grass, on top the daisy's,
staren up at the blue sky, thinken bout how good the day's be
when im far away from this earth, that shallow like a wadeing pool
and im such a idoit, didnt even get my dipolma, cuz i didnt stay in school
and thats why i say its cool....there's such a loveing God posted up In the Heavens
A God that complete like them number sevens, all joy up their nothen upsetten
I cant wait till I get their
cuz then this life i'll deffitently be forgetten

Edited May 19, 2004 by Guest

[musturde]

tizzite

[Guest]

[quote name='musturde' date='May 19 2004, 02:16 PM'] tizzite [/quote]
thanks pham

[Guest]

yo im reppen the faith cuz its time for war
deliver'n raps that pure, but still hardcore......i always gots more......cuz
i got to do it, got to spit the fluid, even if they say to cool it
think im scared ? na i aint scared, everyday God preparen me, so im prepared
revelations goin'n down, so i gots to care, anichrist spirt getten the dare
from the devil to posses the souls, soon they'll start the killen, thats why i pulls
my strength from the good shepperd, aint from the hood, but hiphop, i rep it
and when i kick my bars, i respect it, aint perfect so i dont perfect it, but still i let it
be dope so u dont forget it, and all the glory go to GOD, cuz he connect it
together so it all connecten properly, i used to be smoken blunts of the brockaly
craven for ice like the hockey team, but now i stopped the green
from taken over all my thoughts, idols be the same thing as them cults
idol practices be when ur soul gets bought, by the serpent thats fought
with the Liveing God since the start, im giveing my witness playen my part
confessen Christ as king straght from the heart, like noah be on a lyrical ark
on top of sea's before theirs a layer of glass, who ever beneath mean they didnt last, and that time not comen slow it comen fast, ya either fail or ya pass, ur life about one task, followen God so ya found to last, let him kill the anxiety not the flask, im fishen for souls, with my spirtual pole, getten ready to let it cast
see how many souls we can fish out, its a pretty challenging task,
and props to dust for this incredible site called phatmass,
catholic hiphop culture, tell me who could blast that
and im talken lyrically, but im ready to die so if they carrying me
out the place cuz im nolonger breathen, its all to the good i did it for the heathen

Edited May 20, 2004 by Guest

[Guest]

i wish and wish life was picture perfect
and their wasnt no hate, no hate to surface
from down below in the lakes of hell
where whichcrafters found, who cast they spell
i wish and wish i'd wake up from this dream
and let out a cry of joy, and see the stream
of life giveing water, and the tree of life
all of Gods people gathered praiseing Christ
nomore frowns plus no more cries
nomore depression no more lies
jus days of light filled with the purest love
a buncha holy kisses followed by holy hugs
everybody brothers n sisters no more thugs
baseball fields like the field of dreams witht the cubs
playen against the tigers
heavenly hockey rink with the wings skaten against the flyers
Gods football field with the raiders battlen the niners,
after the game the best foods at the best diners
everybody draped in beautey no one comparen who finer
and i cant deny tha....fact these are days day i yearn for with my whole soul
and i know i'll see'em , cuz a Loveing, Faithfull God is in control

Edited May 22, 2004 by Guest

[Guest]

i be spitten rhymes like a baseball player be spitten dip
im'a scrawny weakling who like eaten the chochlate chip
cookie batter while i be playen some x-box
when i wear shorts, i pull up my leftsock
and leave down the right
jus like kerry kittles do
when he be hoopen it up so amazeingly tight
and when im on microphones i always be reppen for Christ
even though i be off topic, God knows my heart and its right
sometimes i jus like spitten about all sorts of different thangs
and you'll never see me flossen, where'n them flossed out chains
you might catch me with a hemp necklace, nothen real fancy
in some baggy cargo's, posted on the beach where its sandy
builden sand catsles while im eaten jolly ranchers candy
chillen with my gurl, who looks like moore, comma mandy
jus playen, she isnt really that tight, but she fly, so u know its all right
ya this is jus senseless babble that i feel like spitten
and all the glory go to god, cuz withoutem i couldnt be sitten
at this computer chair with my fingers attached to the keyboard
alright thats all i have to say, its saturday and i be board,
so their prolly be more, random rhymes comen from the tip of my tounge
alright im out for now, its the boy delivery boy, about to take some tums

Edited May 22, 2004 by Guest

[Guest]

walken down the sidewalk, next to the street with cars
inside my soul hearen a voice, tellen me Heavens now that far
to many times in the haunting day, my feet begin to be hurten
and to many times im wanten to stop and jus close the velvet curtian
to this stage show that gets played out in this existance
wanten to find the easy way, that path with least resistance.....u know
the broadway where everything is supposed to be right
ends up filling me with the depression, that leads to this frighting fright
this fear i feel all through my spirtual existance
a Fathers voice sayen fear me, this single minute, an incident
that makes me re route all my paths, i thought were molded in stone
how selfish was i to want to gain the world, through a meoldy and a poem
and now im walken down the sidewalk, next to the street with cars
inside my soul hearen a voice, tellen me Heavens not that far,
looken up at the night sky, thats majesticly inserted with stars
looken like i can reachem, n pull'em down to where we are
and how they shine with brillance, i cant describe in words
my feet so incredibly tired, and im sitten slouched over wishen supurb
was a word, i could use to desribe my day to day struggle, i find myself in
haten my life isnt loven my life, and now im realisen wut it is to battle sin
and now im seeing the passion, that was all through my saviors blood
now im seeing the significance of his body, offered in the mass of love
and His gracious blood given, all up in that sacrament given in the cup
now im seeing my struggle, can never compare to his above,
and now im see'n pain as gain, something to rejoice over, not complain
and thats why this gift of mine, i use it to praise Gods only son's name
and i be doinen it out of devotion, not for a world'ly gain,
and when im walken down the sidewalk, and begin to feel the strain
i think back to his struggle, and all that he endured so the blame
could be taken off my shoulders and i could be found worthy
and when i hear that voice that say fear me, i know my Father heard me

Edited May 23, 2004 by Guest

[ilovechrist]

i think i may withdraw from the wannabe rapper competition...
d-boy here's got me beat

[Guest]

[quote name='ilovechrist' date='May 23 2004, 09:55 PM'] i think i may withdraw from the wannabe rapper competition...
d-boy here's got me beat [/quote]
haha
ur 2 nice
and u better not withdraw from the contest
thank u though, i love ya, god is good isnt he ????
u enter that contest !!!!!!!!

Edited May 24, 2004 by Guest

[ilovechrist]

ok

God is da bomb.

[MC Just]

I just finished a dope beat
and I'm bringing some Holy Heat
catch me rolling like poly
I rep the Church Soley

This is how it's going down
we all gonna shine like jewels in Christ's crown
The Church militant turning frown's to smiles
slappin' holy fire at the devil's snares and wiles
MC Just, Catholic, and proud,
Fanatical..Rock mics on sabbatical days
we the witnesses, who rap and pray
unlike the secular cat's
who blasphem in raps
Phatmass, coming with the orthodox trax,
and all that, from phat t-shirt's to dope ball caps
a new place for catholic mall rats
MC Just Hollering, now let me hear you hollar back...

[Guest]

yo that was fire homie, if i say so myself
catch us spitten truth, could give a darn about the wealth
cuz the millions of dollars will only ruin your soul
haven ya liven crazy n stupid, life be spinn'n outta control
its the boy delivery boy, deliver'n some dope rhymes
would love to get on the track wit just, and holla about these times
cuz these the last days you blind if u aint realisen
hearen blasphemy, peep'n the beast and it keep on risen....
and im wit God straight rizzy riden
aint scared to die either, cuz i know my God will be penalizen
any enemy who wanna stop my breathen
im jus reppen truth, try'n to holla at the heathen
catch me up on phatmass doing my thizythang
and we jus getten started,
devil dont even know wut we phinn'n to brang

Edited June 10, 2004 by Guest

[MC Just]

tightness...

[Guest]

thanks brother
same to you..