freestlye

when i grab the mic
lirically embrace my mind
i spit molten rock
like a volcano flow from an opening on mountain top

then hearts melt, knees give away
bodys tremble,and every face grows pale

caues i am baptized with the holy spirit
role in tongues till the whole house will feel it
and when it goes
it heals bones
from the haed,sholders,elbows to the knees and toes

not conformed by what i see
instead transformed by what the word say
brilliant light surrounds mee
like the appearance of a ranbow in the clouds on arainy day
i not going no where i am here to stay

like it was done before
in JC's name i lay hands on the lame and they walk
speak healing onthe mouth of the dum till they talk

yeh! he is the way the truth and the light
in his name the blind also receive their sight