God in the Building Killer Mike

[Verse 1]
It's hot like Hell in the south
It feel like we in the devil mouth in the south
So white boys tripping cause we iced out
Cool as a cucumber hopping out
A ‘73 Impala with the brains blowed out
Let the robbers follow
Swear to God, fuck nigga, get your brain blowed out
Your baby momma followed or your man shot down
I'm from Martin Luther King, respect it it's holy ground
Who'd have thought a nigga out a shotgun house
Would ever drive a car with a angel that bow
I'm the shit cause I come from the bowels
The guts of the city, ain't a nigga fucking with me
Young player from the South, tell stories like Biggie
Take the King's English, paint pictures so vivid
That the listener will swear to God they lived it
If that ain't God in motion, nigga tell me what is it?
The church ladies weep when they hear your man speak
They say they see God in me, but I'm in the streets
They ask me why I'm rapping, tell me I'm called to preach
I smile, I kiss 'em on they honey brown cheeks
I tell 'em God bless 'em and they concern for me
But you can never walk on water if you still fear the sea
If Jesus came back, Mother, where you think he'd be?
Probably in these streets with me
Peace