Hands High Andy Mineo

[Verse 1]
Can I bust a rhyme?
I'm a rapper, not your average, I come from another kind
The way I drop it, they wanna go use the John, number 2
See the signs of turning water to wine
Took a trip to Kenya, then I saw the Maasai
Took a trip S.A., I was chilling with lions
Think I'm lyin, check my Twitter timeline
You're gonna be finding it chilling around some time November 29
My savior came, put his hands where they eyes couldn't see
With a touch he could heal the blind
Then he coming back like a spine
I'm seeing lies the enemy tryna sell me
I tell him I'm not buyin' 'em
And when I do, I be wylin'
Not putting Christ in the center like Andrew Bynum
Denying him, but now I'm relying on Him
My mind was the kind that inspired violence
I swear I needed asylums
From New York to Milan I be styling on 'em
OG Baxter, harder than Margarito hands wrapped in plaster
Hold up let me ask ya, ask ya
Who you chasing after?
The God that we rap about or just a rapper?
That's some wack stuff
Like calling whoever you podcast your pastor
Growing pains feel better after
While you going through 'em like "how long they gonna last for? "
If you wasn't chastised then I ask ya
Are you a legitimate child of the master?
You want that? I think not
So get them hands high, let me see you rock!