pt. 2 of Bob Marley made alive in Christ

yeah yeah it's time to be flying up high, for my soul was saved when i living to die, blessed amongst the lord living everyday, but as the lord my hands are never folded to pray, crucify this dread boy in time alone, for I have overcome to sit on his throne, in good faith my life in him i have sown, as a rapper in disguise of my rasta tone, waiting in vain to hear her voice on the phone, her sex appeal to attract these dying eyes, another rapper I rap as is plies, cause I'm a buffalo negro, and superman hero, felt the kryptonite in my back, whenever lex luthers men attacked but it was pulled of the pain, to leave me gifted, psychotic and insane, kazam in the act of him , smoking on a lonely stem, feel the pressure of the sexual desire, fills my temple to get higher, cause am a sexaul soilder, who bleeds red words of being bolder, like the knights of starry skies, to protect the secrets of jah into the past as they hide, remembering bob Marley humilated of pride, but I'm here right now and it's time to go, to the future of this life for another show, waiting for the majestic air to flow and blow, forgetting the past but I sing listen my life, made alive in makaveli Christ i rap these raegae blues of us two , together to fight for all of you, so give me a military gun so that we can bust back to have some fun, we know in victory of all jah has won, so that we ready to ride on all haters and enemies, this loco latin king of asian mix, el diablo green devil of a black satan hiss, roaring like a lion striking down with claws of powered fists, now as i pass the mic to a predator G, this is the life of bob Marley to remember me.......................... yeah yeah it's G o d on the track hypnotizing your mind to rewind and play it back, for i got all those who died to believe in me for being the resurrection and the life of a hallowed C, get sound of the middle of my first name to be the key in my mind to see, God LAX Christi Rose with my name to be, hidden in the flames of my eyes to decree, I am the first and last to sound after my death on the seventh day, add these words to say,This could be the first trumpet,might as well be the last, time she speaks his name out of love for the sacrifice he gave descended to be born from above, he will not be forgotten through any past, as the angel sounds the trumpet of the last, open his grave stone to put in the net of Jesus cast, a pimp's pair of dice for a pimp's hellocaust to be frozen of the frost, air conditioning as you hit the dope of stem, holy substance known of him, in the past stoned the bones of a brim changed the perch to the preach, for my lessons that I teach, meet me as Jesus when I greet