Yeah… ten toes down for the King of Kings… And we callin’ out every false one in the shadows… Brood of vipers… synagogue of Satan… Remphan worshipers… We see you. Hahhh… run it. I’m ten toes down for Jesus, boy yeah, boots planted in the sand, Bible in my right hand, left hand steady on the plan... skrrt Brood of vipers slither talkin sweet up in my mentions, Til I drop that scripture bomb and now they switchin’ up they tension boom Synagogue of Satan out here cappin’ like they righteous cap Frontin with them halos but they darker than a light switch. Star of Remphan in their pockets glowin blue just like the ops, Idols in they algorithm, they pray to apps and not to God..on God I’m Texas smooth like syrup in my cadence, slow and dirty, These money changers hustlin souls for profit margins But the Lamb paid the tab, lil boy, and they still chargin fuck ‘em Ten toes down for Jesus, yeah I'm standin’ on the Rock on God Brood of vipers hissin but they scatter when I talk get back Synagogue of Satan callin out you frauds by name, by name Remphan worshipers tremble when I flame. I’m ten toes… ten toes… Ten toes down for the Lamb who overcame. I’m lyrical, baby, but Texas with the charm, I’ll drop a psalm on ya head, leave ya spirit disarmed Antichrist spirit in the culture tryin’ to flex, But I’m covered by the blood, that’s protection, not a threat..nah Ye serpents… ye generation of vipers… That’s scripture out the mouth of the greatest Soul Sniper. Children of the Devil, John 8:44, heavy heat, Jesus spoke it raw, I’m just sample-packin His beat, woo.. False apostles dressed flashy like chrome wheels, But they rotten in the core like a trunk full of bad deals Money changers flippin faith like dope up in the trap, But I walk with the Shepherd, so I never fall for that crap, nope Remphan stars glowin’ on devices in they laps, But I break idols like I break flows loud snaps pop I’m swangin’ down the block, truck lifted, scripture bumpin, Let the Holy Ghost hit the subwoofers trunk thumpin, BOOM Beware of dogs… beware of evil workers… Yeah, we see y’all. Woe unto you, scribes… Pharisees… hypocrites… Talk yo talk, Jesus. Ye took up the star of your god Remphan… Acts 7:43 Ain’t no star outshinin’ the Jesus I’m ten toes down like a bulldog grip, grrr.. Texas boy steppin’, let the scripture drip. Brood of vipers wanna hiss? I let the truth clap back, No gun talk just the Word, and that Word stay strapped, pow Synagogue of Satan hidin in couture robes, But Revelation 3:9 snatched the mask off they clothes. False light look bright til the real flame hit, Then they scatter like roaches when the porch lamp lit, run I’m smashin idols in the booth like a Lone Star riot, Holy fire in the mic ain’t nobody gonna quiet it. Ten toes like a soldier, but the Shepherd is the General, Every bar medicinal, every ad lib spiritual yeahhh... I’m OG but Texas that’s cussin mixed with Scripture, That’s a righteous conviction with a down south mixture. So I ride for the King like a truck bed hymn, Remphan fallin, vipers crawlin, but the Lamb always wins...HE WINS On God... big Jesus energy. Ten toes down for Jesus, yeah I'm standin’ on the Rock...on God Brood of vipers hissin but they scatter when I talk...get back Synagogue of Satan callin out you frauds by name....by name Remphan worshipers tremble when I flame. I’m ten toes… ten toes… Ten toes down for the Lamb who overcame...
