Spyrograph

I'm like a motormouth I rap allot the rap rock astronaut
Literary fighter when I slap box Baphomet
Devour like a cannibal, with a fiberglass mandible
Hannibal Lecter protect your neck and make it mechanical
Theological animals. Man, we're locked and reloaded!
My flesh is a deadly virus, a Chupacabra with covid
I'm rocking and rollin, decoding your motive and your overhyped
With a cordless mic, swinging nunchucks breaking your prototype
Pray to God and we'll control the ops
From taking sodium and soda pop, they rebuilt me like Robocop
Blast ether! Firing fireballs at a blasphemer
Fast reader, light a book of matches to your gas heater
Mad eager, lacking the armor brother your mad weaker
The word of God is solving problems like a math teacher
And that's the reason why sucka rappers got mega issues
Because I be painting vivid like a billion megapixels

You can try to strike me but you know da mask is steel
He wisely guides me and I know that every chapter will
And when the Master seals it's like package deal
He's acts for real, he keeps us by his side so we're tryin to practice heel
And what I mean by "We" is the Church with its many members
He's never asleep he's the first to see that he defends us
What type of strength you bringing against the omnipotent
You're impotent so your power is nothing significant
El Señor es guerrero, se llama Jehová, deseo pan
Yo creo más, temo a Dios, no quiero el mal
Una espada en una mano y una Biblia en la otra
El acero de Damasco corta, la palabra exhorta
Estudiando demasiado con Los Salmos en la boca
Confesando mis pecados, donde estamos? en la Roca!
Por el Pacto y la Corona el me hizo reformado
Perdonado, por su gloria y con agua fui lavado

Let's give them something for the battlefield, something ill, backed with the masters shield
Something wild that'll (chk chk, pow) That Damascus steel!
Crate digging, records spinning like the sharpest drill
Keep you straight grilling up your face till your mask is steel
Feel your chest burning like shots of vodka
That's just you internalizing this grungy doctrinal
Opus. Wrote this with triple optical focus
Been a while since you see it like pterodactyls in motion
This is strictly for my ninjas, a little more than just homies
They know the Lord, work with the Sword and code of shinobi
For His glory, plus they got a thing for the underground
Whether it's the rapping or drum tapping, they love the sound
My cave dwellers, bobbing they melon riding the rhythm
Who ain't concerned with trends or whatever the charts are selling
They was raised in a day they'd say the rap was much better then
I'm feeling them, salute to my hip-hop music veterans