Last Street Preacha

[Verse 1]
My lyrics phat like Don Cartagena
You never seen a Latino rapper pick up the mic and eat MCs like gelatina
From the Bay area down to Argentina
I be slanging the gospel in your crack houses like it was cocaina
Mira mija la firme Linya de rap familia
No son gallinas, killing them demons is a misdemeanor
So we ain't scared of y'all, we lived above the law
Now we got pimps, addicts, thugs
And these hustlers at the altar call
Praying, saying thing like forgive me for my evil ways then
Get off their knees and be delievered from twelve years of blazing
Praising the Name of Christ, ain't scared to give my life
For the one who died on the cross and saved
Me when my life was strife (now it's alright)
God wrote these lyrics, peep the copyright
Building an army in a world that's dark, so we can bring the light
Raisin veteranos Cristianos that we call hermanos
Deadly like rattlesnakes but worse when mics are in our manos
En me cara, no dicen nada, puro Amenasadas
Wack envious rappers wanna bite like a thousand piranhas
I bring the heat like a sauna
With Cubana mamas from Havana
(Oye como va) when I rock like Santana

[Chorus]
One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what)
Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west
Where they ride on the enemies
Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased
And jack for car keys
One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what)
Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west
Where they ride on the enemies
Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased
And jack for car keys

[Verse 2]
I stay humble and meek
Get on my knees and wash my brethren's feet
You quick to speak and judge, I'm quick to turn the other cheek
Forgive my foes, 479 times and add eleven
Just to equal 70 times seven
Rap reverend
Preaching sermons to those thug living
Killing, sinning, feeling that they can never be forgiven
Ghetto prison is where they living, so I make incisions
Cut to the heart, and operate tell em the sons a-risen
If you ain getting what I be spitting
Get me grab my weapons
Sawed off KJV with 66 clips that are made for hitting
Straight to the heart, we wrestle not against flesh and blood
Saved thugs, blasting partners with God's love
Pump pump you get struck when I dump with the pump
Sawed off, the old man get hauled off
And thats the way it is coming out the west side
Yo, I'm preaching Jesus Christ crucified

[Chorus]
One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what)
Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west
Where they ride on the enemies
Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased
And jack for car keys
One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what)
Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west
Where they ride on the enemies
Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased
And jack for car keys

[Verse 3]
What up mamma, its the Rap Papa
Don Dadda, the one who used to smoke grama from Nicaragua
Sip champaña in the sauna, hollering ay caramba
Now I'm the redeemed hoodlum tellin em Cristo te ama
I'ma bring the drama like Tony Montana
Cuz when demons step to me
They get cut worse then shrimp at Benihana's
Back in the days hitting weed, smoking roaches
But we ain't no players (tell 'em why) we some coaches
I get ferocious then I bury all you cockroaches
Get bent off the Holy Ghost and take it by the doses
A super-california-lyricist-pialidocious
Bibles in my (holster), seen me on the (poster)
Devil outlined in chalk, I walk the (walk) and talk the (talk)
Jehovah knows this
Being a Christians on a day to day forget the half way
Can't holler praise the Lord, then smoke and sip the Alizé
Or Tanqueray or you'll get blown up like a hand grenade
I ain't afraid, I slit the devil's throat with my switchblade
That's real, dog

[Chorus]
One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what)
Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west
Where they ride on the enemies
Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased
And jack for car keys
One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what)
Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west
Where they ride on the enemies
Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased
And jack for car keys
One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what)
Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west
Where they ride on the enemies
Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased
And jack for car keys
One of the last street preachers left, poet assasin (what)
Scarface in the flesh, straight out the west
Where they ride on the enemies
Striptease, pour out liquor for the diseased
And jack for car keys