Benjamin The Esquire – Lyrical Catechism
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Lyrical Catechism

Verse 1
So why hip hop and the catechism?
Cos this rappin’ isn’t cash an’ women or the fashion linens
With a passion I’ll be smashing tracks stacking facts and wisdom
For the cats who have a passion for the path my Dad has given this
Data in a manner that is written eat this manna that you’re gettin’
If you managed a hosanna while I’m spitting
Then you’ve been catechized by the boom bap
[yes] the truth of Adonai, it’s very wise to pursue that
The method of my teaching is the raw rugged
Helping the pilgrim make some progress like I’m John Bunyan
Unlike that small Drummond rap issues a tall summons
So I’m blunt with thе Scripts so y’all are not hunting
That’s what we call fronting, candy coating the plain truth
Thеse radio dials are always playing the same groups
We’re not just flame proof, that’d be setting a low bar
I’m sounding the alarm like I’m blowing a shofar

Hook:
Lyrical catechism, drums and doctrine
Biblical truth, then the drums will drop in
Memorization meets an MPC
And John Calvin bobs his head to this mp3

Martin Luther, John Knox and others
Owens, Spurgeon, arms locked with brothers
Hip hop’s a catechism teaching the youth
So I took the lowly thing and started preaching the truth

Verse 2
I’ve seen some 5 year olds that's poppin to Luda and 50 yo
Their only schools are the videos, ruler is moolah, get ridiculed
For choosing unusual views not fueled by manure and fools
Maneuver through sewers heard in the music and you tubing groups
Committing their writtens to memory
Until Christians are dismissing their own convictions and will listen to heresy
But we cherish these very things that were authored by the paraclete
And bury them very deep via methods that prepare the sheep
The youth decaying, the music’s looping producing
Some clueless students who choose a stoop of pavement to recoup a payment
Debate a crew bout who’s the greatest at infusing the union
Of ruthless music with their human debasement
But the same exact tool when in the hands of a changed fool
Explains to ’em truth of Yeshua who truly reigns through 'em
We need discipleship, the faith don’t come with hand stamps
Even if your album gets downloaded on bandcamp

Verse 3
I love this hip hop, cos it’s the perfect medium
For teaching in the blocks and the spots that’s deep in sin
What other music gets aggressive like this
Not for impressing your kids but steady repping his biz
I got no weapons or clips, I’m teaching lessons with lips
And though it’s shredded to bits and it steadily gets ripped
By Christian critics who don’t hear the heavenly shift
We flip an old style, take a sample of Mozart
And make some dope art that's relaying Jehov’s heart
And so far, no other genre goes hard
This can blow apart some cultural Bonapartes
So world music scene consider this your waterloo
I’m on a crew, whose got a view to spit a lot of truth
To grown men and their daughters too
Hip hop, the music of the proletariat
Glorifying Christ till the day He buries it

Outro
This is hip hop, dee jays and emcees too
This is hip hop, graffiti and your break dance crew
This is hip hop, bring the elements around
This is hip hop redeemed, come to break new ground

This is hip hop, scratching on the ones and twos
This is hip hop, rapping on what Christ can do
This is hip hop, cardboard and spray cans shaking
This is hip hop redeemed by the Lord’s salvation

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