It's The S.O.I (Son's Of Intellect Anthem) f/Deuce & Phanatik of Cross Movement

Phanatik]

To the same God they dissed on they album
From the office of the White House to the slums in Shaolin
I'm not rhymin' so you can give me mines
I pull strings so that the Son's
light can shine through your mini-blinds
See anytime you see me and mines holding mics
It's only so the Son can be seen in a whole new light

2: The Ambassador]
Like thugs scrambling the bait is drug scandal
I tried to run from Christ but got
turned around like cars by a . shrug handle
More than romantics love candles
God indwelling a man is butter what a picture
and plus we've Seen it turn hard rocks to slushees
You're a dreamer if you see this world with no Redeemer
And thinking its gonna hold up that's like a thigh with no femur
Met The Loophole kid and did a 180
Praise the God who brought me out like He did blacks out

Too busy, huh? Yo, stop the blasphemies
I'm going to battle steady charging like some batteries
Graduate, first class, Cross Movement academies
Phanatik, Ambassador, to stimulate your faculties
You filthy olies laced up like Parry C's
You get no apologies if your running with the Pharisees
Laying with the dogs, then you aching with the fleas
52 spitting words, deep like Pacific seas
I verbalize full circle, 360°
Dust be getting shocked, the heaven's mentalities
Lyrical missionary directed by his majesty's
Triple trinity that reigns down theocracies
Overweight lyrics might clog my arteries
But your hypocrisies will become your casualties
So, smoking trees only leads to fatalities
I'm waiting for the day the whole world comes to His knees
Hooked up with the Movement who formed down his steez
So underfed emcees, come and get your calories