Akin to Emily Rose,
An entity rose within enmity’s prose
With a menacing centipede flow that makes my skin crawl.
From such intensity though,
There exists seedy roes within deep throes…
Ceded and goaded by fishermen baited in sin’s draw.
Yet none seem to bemoan these lines cast in treason
As arena rows fill up aligned with rhymed malfeasance –
Packing minds with a slyness that’s seeded
and rooted in musical curses.
What this defines in legions is a thesis
That deifies divined demons
While allegiance divides, denies, and defies
Christ Jesus under roots and unusual verses.
Though found in many formats
Beneath bass-lined floor mats –
A foundation’s been primed at the door of rap
with an open e-vite.
This evil invitation has coursed a map
That needles an invocation from lords of rap…
Who at their core, idolize their ‘amor’ of cash
in every opus they write.
It’s become a hopeless sight
as this lust infects whoever’s listening.
Within quotes and sites,
this thrush injects a detested christening –
Like ingesting Listerine –
though the flow goes down cool, it burns our insides.
This process redirects us mentally
And spiritually possesses us intrinsically
As demons repossess sensory censors deprived
of their worth and power in Christ.
As such, their turnin’ headstones through turntables
As they surge through headphones with verses enabled.
Such subversion through fables is capable
‘cause it appears harmless.
That’s why it appeals uncontested to captive masses.
Once inside, it’s easy to steal what we’ve blessed
and granted access…
As it builds nests in what hatches and latches
to ears through the lyrics it’s harnessed.
In our spirits, if we’re honest –
we hear and feel this undermining.
Yet and still, as we get nearer to the godless –
we express endearing zeal for this underwriting.
Enduring this pealing-thunder mining –
we’re stole on like powerless Thors.
And as we abdicate our God-given authority,
We advocate for the devil’s oddly depicted ‘majority’…
As our bodies sip insipid liquid swords deplorably –
thus cutting off our devoutness to the Lord.
Despite these ever-present lyrical exercises,
We can sever such suppression with spiritual exorcisin’!:
Effervescent miracles have been set aside
in the gifts of His Holy Ghost!
Rebel music’s never too far gone in its lingered cause
To have devilish influences tossed off by the finger of God…
Despite how many singers are flawed, riffs were
meant to be holy notes!
(Luke 11:20)
So bring on the next batch of miracle riffs!
Make a note – catch on to this empirical drift.
Catch the spiritual sift that can lift strongholds off of Hip-Hop!
Catch the spirit – let go of your cynical grip.
Reset your ear – reinvent its definition
of whimsical bliss…
Lest it burn like chemical drips –
clinically stripped by the wrong notes of hit songs.
‘Cause, if your ear’s gonna burn –
it won’t be from someone talking it off.
It’ll be for what’s seared in it from what you’ve heard
in indifferent beats drummed –
that’s why it’s best to lop it off.
You’ve invested in the wrong Chop Shop –
if the devil’s workin’ it, it’s superfluous!
Don’t kick it with this clown – evict him NOW!
Don’t let his hits trip your clout – clip his sound…
Lest he eclipse the power of the Son –
embezzling the worth of the Church
that worketh through us.
