B-RayCCMG - Diablo (Prod. by Larry Fisherman) lyrics

[Interlude: B-Ray] "Said everybody got dead homies..." [Verse 1: B-Ray] Water comin outta the hydrant/ Hybrid of hydra writing violence in the quiet, I ain't staying quiet/ My psyche's in paralysis/ When I ain't battle with the sin inside it's bound to win/ Unless I'm callin on Christ, like His hands raised/ In the 3rd grade, He's with me on the worst days/ Scratch the sur-face, ain't aimin for the first place/ Second's where I'm headed, right behind Jesus, He's worth eight (it)/ Scuse me worth it, battle, this a skirmish/ Firm bliss inside of our mind is twisting on the firm grips/ My faith's rooted, I'm suited, ready for battle/ Against diablo and his cattle, I'm trained to maintain/ In the back, with a mac and I'm packin/ Flows hotter than a dragon spewin volcanic acid/ For the Lord I'm on my Action Bronson/ Swonson broth, I'm eatin soup/ In my livin room, feet kicked up, automan, hang loose/ Kickin it inside this Matrix, never stayin complacent/ Or basic, I'm pressin on the walls, it ain't faze this/ Skinny white teen, from the Scummit/ I runnit, like track meet, ain't bluffin, I'm stuntin and I'm roughin 'em up/ In this game that's too vicious to scrimmage/ This a first-cla** witness oppurtuntiy, I'm vintage/ Interest, in the Lord that created from the Genesis/ Me, just like penmanship, I know I'm just a filthy *bleep*/ Straight ballin, like Spalding, I'm often callin/ On Jesus because I'm fallin, this world is garbage I'm takin it out/ To the trash truck, ain't with that bad luck/ Tryna cover sin is being gorgeous with a bad tux/ I'm the startin forward, for the dream team/ Dunkin over haters that just scream, "Leave! Get outta here!"/ This ain't where you belong, not in the rap game/ Well beg your pardon, I'm Arthur around the King's round table/ This ain't a fable, I'm a cable to these cars/ Help 'em cross the chasm quickly, away from the Jafars, I'm Aladdin/ Packin heat like ovens in my suitcase/ Flows that monster mythical beats, my beats my can-vase (canvas)/ I'm an artist, paintin Mona Lisas/ With the 16's that I'm offered, I storm 'em like Katrina/ Best believe me, better yet believe Him/ Jesus Christ that died and rose in tres, I feel Him up in the place/ Holy Spirit, sin has been staining, yeah He cleared it/ Never fear it, even near it, appearance is something beautiful/ A wolf in sheep's skin, deep inside the lion's den/ Jehovah's gotta helpin hand, and no, forreal, this ain't pretend/ He's my best friend, the man that I call Father/ Coach, King and Abba, He cleaned me just like a washer/ A spotter, when I'm liftin these weights, the heavy sin bro/ A k**er of the evil, murder sequel of diablo/ [Interlude: B-Ray] "Said everybody got dead homies..."