Artist(s): Jeremiah Dirt Word count: 370 Soundscape:DJ Kair, Beat Somebody Recorded: the Qumran Caves Studio Album:the Rebel Lion (2016) Dirts favorite Line(s): "Vicious Verb Vandal, Deliciously Dismantle Satan is Expendable, Trampled in the Beat Samples"
vs.1 in My Hemoglobin the Blood Cells are Steady Mobbin with Rhymes, My Heads Throbbin,--- I'm Sick …. (echo next through next line) Hip Hop Will be the Death of Me, of this I’m Sure Cuz there's No Cure but to Make Sure the Track is Pure the Vaccine is Sent Up thru the Mic Cable Tap the Needle for Air Bubbles, Make Sure the Dose is Stable I’ll Smash an Emcee Down to Ashes and Run Through His Black Sabbath with Gas and Matches in Christ there's no Condemnation Study Scripture, Meditate and, Outloud, Pray them
-chorus- “Can’t Say mi Never Warn You Can’t Say You Never Know”
vs.2 If I Was Clark Kent You're Clark Can't Faster than Bullets, Made of Steel, Kill with Psalms and Chants Eric B. and Rakim is My Descendants get Migraines in My Head from the iPod Implant Terabyte.... I Punch Parasites this Aint Firecrack Rap, I hand Write this Dynamite n' When I Fast I Eat Berries and Twigs Bury Myself in Scripture, Where Snakes Can't Dig n' Depend on Heaven for a Godsend Waitin for Visions so Deep, its Hard to Comprehend Like When I Saw Hiphop Submitted to Christ but When I Awoke, it was Sirens, Guns and Knives So I Cried for Thirty Days, Like "Take My Life" then an Angel Came, Gave Me an Amp n' Said "Bless the Mic"
vs.3 I Leave Whole Bodies Smashed into the Concrete as I Bomb Streets Bomb Your Show too! Blow Up Your Box Seats! with More Ammo than John Rambo, Animal Mandibles Throw Words Like Asteroids to Impact the Mantle Vicious Verb Vandal, Deliciously Dismantle Satan is Expendable, Trampled in the Beat Samples the Holyspirit Makes Mysteries Understandable John the Baptist, Original Locust, Wore Puma Sandals -Some Say East Coast, Some Say West the Rest Could Care less, they Know Hiphop’s in the Chest Plus, Devils and Angels are Fightin for Your Afterlife Like Bloods n' Crips, Isreal n' Caananites
You Say I’m a Fool for Fastin and I’m a Fool to Pray but when the Rain Start Fallin, it’s too Late Bab-Bay Before they Close that Door on the Ark, get Your Heart Sparked