Sword In My Mouth

I ain’t here to entertain you.
I’m here to remind you,
The sword ain’t in my hand;
It’s in my mouth.

Yo,
This ain’t therapy bars, it’s a battlefield scroll,
I ain’t rappin’ for a plaque, I’m exposin’ the soul.
Every line’s a mirror, better brace for reflection,
‘Cause conviction don’t care if it ruins your section.

I walked with rage in my chest like a badge of the brave,
But it was pride in disguise, I was spiritually enslaved.
Tried to numb it with dopamine, rhythm, and fame,
But sin got a way of engraving its name.

Now I spit like Jeremiah, weepin’ with wrath,
‘Cause I seen the flames comin’ and they stayin’ on path.
This generation allergic to correction and fear,
Sippin’ grace without truth till they disappear.

I ain't perfect, I’m proof He still calls the flawed,
I was runnin’ from the light till I ran into Yahuah.
He ain’t soft, He a Lion who burns through lies,
And I’m just the voice with the fire in my eyes.

Sword in my mouth, truth cuts deep,
Piercin’ through the dark while the masses sleep.
I ain't preachin’ peace if your soul ain’t clean,
Repent now, or face that King.
Sword in my mouth, this Word don’t bend,
It breaks, it heals, it burns, it mends.
I ain’t here for fans, I’m here for flame,
Yahusha comin’ back, not playin’ games.

They said, “Chill with the fire, that’s too extreme,”
But if the house is burnin’, I ain’t whisperin’ dreams.
I seen fake love in the pews and smoke in the choir,
I seen wolves in robes with a cross on fire.

Don’t call it love if it don’t confront,
If it hides from sin, it ain’t Spirit, it’s a front.
They sugarcoat sermons to fill up the seats,
But the prophets cried loud in the middle of streets.

I’d rather be hated and crowned with truth
Than be loved by the crowd and betray my roots.
He said, “Pick up your stake, this ain’t for applause,”
So I buried my pride and I carry His cause.

Every beat I bleed on, every line I pray,
That the blind might see and the dead decay.
I ain’t tryna win charts, I’m tryna win war,
Every word’s a grenade, I’m settin’ off more.

I ain’t afraid to lose what He never gave,
I ain’t afraid of death, I already was a grave.
If I gotta bleed to make the message ring,
Then pour me out, Abba, let the trumpet sing.

Now I’m armored in grace, but the blade still swingin’,
They mockin’ the Name, but the heavens still ringin’.
He’s comin’ back with crowns on His head,
And a vest dipped in blood from the words He said.

You can call me harsh, but the times are worse,
They laughin’ at hell while rehearsin’ their hearse.
But I seen the scroll, it ain’t folklore flames,
It’s judgment set fire to unrepented names.

So I warn like Ezekiel, rap like a cry,
Shofars in the cadence, truth in the sky.
Ain’t no peace treaty with demons and pride,
I was bought with a price, now I ride or die.

He broke my silence, rewired my brain,
Now I speak like thunder and fire on chains.
This is war, this is love that scars,
And the Word in my mouth is sharper than bars.

Sword in my mouth, truth cuts deep,
Piercin’ through the dark while the masses sleep.
I ain't preachin’ peace if your soul ain’t clean,
Repent now, or face that King.
Sword in my mouth, this Word don’t bend,
It breaks, it heals, it burns, it mends.
I ain’t here for fans, I’m here for flame,
Yahusha comin’ back, not playin’ games.

From the tongue to the flame…
From the grave to the name…
This ain’t rap. This is war.
Let the righteous proclaim.