Muhammatron - Destiny

There's still a reason why I rhyme with passion
Still got more freedom in my heart than Mad Max could ever fathom in the fast lane
I'm preaching Christ Jesus with my last name
He's worthy of praise and on fire just like a gas tank ignited
This is that new anthem flick your lighters, wave your cell phones, lift your hands up get them up higher
It's filmedbyH and I'm back from my sabbatical
Left a deal with Randall Cunningham because I had to do
What I had to do to get the gospel to some average dudes
It's just me and my shadow on the avenue
Call me Creasy, I'm the man on fire
Getting truth to the dudes with shoes hang from the wires
Disciples, we're more advanced than Mayan's
Read John 17:16 see if I'm lying
Trending on Mar's with Bars we're not citizens
Seated above, I hope you see them Stars when you're listening

I was blessed to birth rhymes call me mother goose
I put away my childish ways, I won't play my mother's shoes
I'm on my grown man, riders of Rohan, give me a sword so I can cut the verse like I'm Conan
I'm nice with that exegesis on the low
Break it down like Kenneth Wuest when I'm feasting on a flow
I broke fast. It's crunch time now I'm feasting on some toast
Bread of Life rose like yeast now I'm feeding ya'll the loaf
Can anything good come from Nazareth?
Yes! Christ is a beast and spits humble vernacular
5 Solas and it's like mixed with the miraculous
(Shoot), His aim to the cardiovascular is accurate
This is my all. He's the reason why I'm passionate
Spent sometime away with my fam, so I can master it now
I'm romantic I kiss the mic when I'm feeling it
Then turn fanatic or bipolar when I'm killing it
Art ambidextrous, I go crazy and start filming it
Guilty as charged behind bars I start spilling it

My rhymes are lyrically on par
With an MPC shuffle to keep it a little off bar
Just for a human feel, so you can feel what I fee
My passion and my zeal keep me on guard
I urgently preach earnestly with an urgency
Cause I was saved from wrath when His grace came in and buried thee
Old man, murdered me flesh like the Son of Sam
You read my mind like I was going to say the Son Man
The Son of God His death was something miraculous
Died for men whose sins put Him to death like Dracula
I was rescued from the fast track to Hell
On Pelham 123 sweating with Denzel
I was a glutton for sin, I had all you can eat
So Satan didn't have to send his messengers to buffet me
Christ is like Matlock on the case when He covers me
When demons treat me like a padlock and try to tug at me

Written by:
Hassan Muhammed

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