Yo imagin' that, church numbers droppin' like a battle axe
Cats look into the book of Acts can you handle that
Phone taps, old holy raps like a throw back
Quote that, don't hold back, I need some mo' of that
Good stuff, brothers hide their Bibles on some hood stuff
Keep the book tucked where the cops won't look, stuff
It in your bag, in the secret pocket where you hide your stash
Little pocket Testaments next to a magnifyin' glass
Double "0" seven slash reverend
Agent of salvation, representin' the kingdom of heaven
Don't twist it, preachin' means your life, would you risk it
Or chicken out, like you should be comin' with a biscuit
You laughin'? don't laugh when I say it could happen
They already want us silent like Charlie Chapman
They're bannin' us, California, NY, Canada
Preachin' against gay behavior can place you in the slammer
That's what's up, this rappin' stuff, could get tough
Half of us, prayin' we can back these raps up
Like "prove it, to die is gain right? Try doin' it
Or better yet, try sufferin' without losin' it"
The voice of the martyrs, bold Holy Ghost fire starters
Sheep slaughtered: still more than conquerors