[Verse 1: Edgar Wyndham]
I gotta problem and it's bigger than this little kid slim
Yea, it's him but he ain't the only one who pretend
He lookin like Em, say he bust nine M Ms
I might mind bend and must ask him to defend
This new religion that preach the opposite of peace
Claimin' he rap Jesus but I see the mark of the beast
Be actin' all street, it's demeanin' to white heads
He get pop-pop-popular, get pus on those nice threads
So if hip-hop is dead, ya sure ain't the resurrection
Ask Nas who God's son, teachin' better lessons
So you an infection, symptom of the problem
You ninety-one or oh-nine, claim you steady mobbin
But I be like Bambaataa, out for organization
Against corporate who*es bringin gore to the nation
So you could call it hatin but you can't say ya didn't know
When the reaper is reapin' that you reap what ya sow
[Verse 2: Edgar Wyndham]
Ain't f**in' wit Slim Jesus, cuz I'm Pontius Pilate
Unless it's to crucify that supposedly fly sh**
Gotta ask why kid? ya spreadin' the violence
Could try to try this but you better to try silence
Why you lie in this? ya fake false savior
I reiterate don't act this way to play a hater
Merely to savor the downfall of clowns from Nazareth
That holla how they run around with all those savages
And the fact is, I'm old-school and Nietzschean
So God is dead if ya son get caught beefin'
Mother mary weepin', if ya think of testin me
I be the soldier real holder of the spear of destiny
Cuz it rest in me, the holy spirit of hip-hop
The ma**es are sheep, so fear is the shepherd of the flock
Never be a rap god, your true religion a fashion
So I carry on tradition and act as raps bastion
[Verse 3: Edgar Wyndham]
Grew up in an era that lacked so many actors
Now how twitter rappers act is actually a factor
And these studio clappers follow the teleprompters
Everyone out to tell us how they bling a rhombus
Now they just rob us of hip-hop's true potential
Went and sold rebellion, to get those dead presidentials
So they represent fools who only fans of the money
But I'm really hip-hop and ain't a damn thing funny
Hope he stay hungry, that's why Jesus stay slim
But Edgar Wyndham just ain't never believin in him
This be new evolution and I be the high evo
He might throw shots but I bust these free throws
So you see hoes for almost every average person
Violence of eighty-six was only half a percent
The lesson how ya learned it ain't based on the truth
You ain't the only youth that got duped up from the booth