Brandon Bula - Evolution Time (Slim Jesus Diss) lyrics

[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