Listen to the preacher, man, but all you're talking to me I can't hear you with a mouth full of pigs, Lee Thighs shouldn't eat the swine flesh Your body is a mess, but you're blessed with a father, son, spirit, and a holy ghost But my whole neighborhood is comatose, looking for survival The devil made you a slave, and he gave you a Bible 400 years of getting our ass kicked by so-called Christians and Catholics But I'm a-watching, burning a fire See, I'm a G, that's why I ain't in your choir Cause I see, cause I know, the church ain't nothing but a fashion show Get the devil to a 187, and they won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven You're waiting for the devil to come from the ground, clown, take a look around Just look at the cross that the priest is holding, a beast in sheep's clothing But I'm rolling with that knowledge itself, cause heaven ain't just wealth So Mr. Preacher, if I couldn't pay my tithe, do I have to wait outside? White man, please take another look, cause we couldn't be reading out the same book Cause you's a crook, and I'm a brother, King James had sex with his mother Is that your edition? Is that your religion? Black man, you gotta make a decision, cause God is coming on date number 7 And they won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven This ain't it, this ain't it The same white man that threw me in a slam, he bombed a church in Alabama So if I cock the hammer, God won't mind, if I have to kill the human swine Cause God is a killer from the start, why you think Noah had to build his ark? And God is a man from his feet to his hair, that's why you say amen after each and every prayer I just stare at the church man, spending more money on the church band But Elijah's got a plan, got the white man screaming, damn that Pharaoh can Cause one day these babies will uprise, much more than bow ties and bean pies Kicking knowledge after 7-11, and they won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven This ain't it, this ain't it This ain't it, this ain't it Make me wanna holler, throw up both my hands Make me wanna holler, throw up both my hands This ain't it, this ain't it We got a good path But when it comes to standing up We find a convenient excuse To lay down Back away from struggle