Letras:Jacks Of All Trades. Beep Raised.

2 die 4 is not something that
Would come to my mind you see
Pain is more like it when I`m shooting this rhyme
And now I know that my master is alive and not dead
Cos He didn`t stay in grave but went to heaven instead

He gimme something no one else can
So I wanna be His #1 fan
I wanna be tool in His hand
Wanna scream across this land

Beep Raised
Beep Raised

Everything I have been looking for I find in you
Every word that you have spoken God I know it`s true

So like an AK-47 I spit lyrics in ya face
If you don`t like my estilo just get outta my way

Won`t you come see and try to break free
With this swing - makes demon flee
Awesome power on the darkest hour
Don`t be so sour but sing
You will be praised