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Rhymes Monumental - The Battle: Christ vs. The Deathstar

Intro:
this is a tale of Christ vs. The Deathstar,
good vs. evil,
round one,
victory guaranteed my son,
the battle.

Rhymes:
sundown in the city out comes the criminal,
lookin’ for the innocent to corrupt with they wild styles,
I’m that superhero Rhymes chillin’ at headquarters,
got a ring on the hotline,
time to go for mine,
with my evil nemesis Murder makin’ many rounds around town,
cappin’ whites, reds, yellows, blacks and browns,
then loaded up my weapons,
my bible and all my tracks,
jumped in the Christmobile,
rolled to the scenes of attack,
Murder wrapped the town square,
bloody eyes by his stare,
young child in the air by his dread-like hair,
got into my stance, said a prayer,
yelled out "you’re through!",
murder chuckled twice and screamed,
WHODAHECK are you??? I’m the sin smasher,
the hell crasher, the evil son basher,
I’ll take you out quick and clean,
you dirty rotten fiend,
fire in his eyes I could see his breath smokin,
Murder said I could for less sit back and start smokin,
let’s get busy son, there’s no shame in my game,
when I’m through with you, of course you’ll know my last name,
MONUMENTAL, It’s quite simple,
now make the first move,
he pulled out how he shot,
he blasts and he swung and he stabbed,
I unleash my sword and kinda blocked his gift to gab,
and now it’s time for my secret plan,
so I called the man Murder got sweat in his hands
when he found out Christ was in my clan.

Tom Slick:
ooh wee, Tom Slick, that’s who I be,
I represent Christ since 9-3,
now something’s goin’ on in my fair city,
it’s my arch enemy, Dr. Idolatry,
he’s got a crew of fifty-two, maybe fifty-three,
unlike the black crows I give you the remedy,
all these false gods in the industry,
well you picked the wrong year to mess with me,
I can’t start my name without using the "T",
I can’t start my day without the B-I-B-L-E,
see I buzz in like a big bumble bee,
Abraham Lincoln didn’t set me free,
now here comes the doctor straight from surgery,
with Buddha on his side with the master TV,
they want to change my sides, give up the G-O-D,
for lots of cash and the golden splintery,
they threw in lust with the cute booty,
they said I’d live long and grow prosperously,
oh no, not for me because I study Tai-Chi,
now take these karate chops and get down to your knees,
I’m surrounded, direct, they ready to stampede,
I got on the wristwatch and called up my creed,
my crew stepped up and blew up like chemistry,
I turned around and watched the false gods flee-e-e.