1,2,3

I'm like some piranha in some bloody water

I'm coming nicely with the blah-blah

giving praise to the eternal Jah-Jah

eternal Father flowing in this living water

your rhymes ca-ca talking all ya rah-rah

mic's is sparking I'm tight like arteries that was hardened

I beg your pardon the 52 is strictly parting

emcees like I'm Moses

no matter what your coast is

no matter what your flow is

no matter who's the dopest

without Christ you're hopeless

I shake dust from opposers

get your open like roses

burning microphone holders

assembling all the soldiers

open your current orders

I'm attacking tape recorders while I'm holding down this fortress

Chorus

1, 2, 3 follow after he Christ is the Son of the Almighty

1, 2, 3 follow after he Christ is the Son of the Almighty

1, 2, 3 follow after he Christ is the Son of the Almighty

1, 2, 3 follow after he Christ is the Son of the Almighty

tell all the people salvation is free

read about it in the Bible tell you about a friend for free

he's the way the truth the life and also the key

enter into the paradise and all his glory (Man!)

the Savior will come once again

the Christ, the Son of Man, I say He's upon this style

if you want to k now me, say me be coming on top of the clouds (Boom)

Christ the one who said to be born again

everyman the Savior say come set your soul free for real

all man he save them but most are passing Him

if you want to know me, see me, come back again now say.....

1, 2, 3 follow after he Christ is the Son of the Almighty

1, 2, 3 follow after he Christ is the Son of the Almighty

1, 2, 3 follow after he Christ is the Son of the Almighty

1, 2, 3 follow after he Christ is the Son of the Almighty

it's hard to be a star when your skills ain't up to par

it's hard to push a Lex when you don't even own a car

it's hard to win the batten when you can't win this war

it's hard to be a man when you don't know who you are

I stay on point just like some harpoons

develop thoughts in verbal dark rooms taking on these cartoons

ya minds spinning like some typhoons

these martial artists flip scripts to leave ya open like some gaping wounds

call me 52 this predator

my microphone's like Excalibur attacking y'all with metaphors

so my competitors can now check ya exit doors

choice is yours Jesus reigns like when it pours

the Lord God Most High superior

these haters lay up in this cut like bacteria

I'm never fearing ya I see through exteriors

I keep on scoping out these moves from ulterior

stay devoted still checking all ya motives

thoughts unloaded though so many times I'm misquoted

so now it's noted these origins of residence

so my adversaries can now make they exodus

'cause it's my nemesis escorted off the premises

there ain't no guessing this when I proceed to finish this

52 the chemicist head seeking lyricist

standing with my locust fist now I got ya choking this

but your broker diss got lost with ya hopelessness

but from genesis I'll still stand opposing this

smack it up, if they last name is skills ya first name should be lack of

it's time to act up or call in your back up

these fools make me crack up

fronting is what you have a knack of

you talk your junk but then you come around to give me mad love

whatever, I gots no time for you

so go ahead and spend time with your crab crew

yo I'll see you on album number two