Kanye West, Christ, to Battle Rap at Source Awards

And as I used to be a member of the JC Posse, I got an advance look at Christ's supernatural flow:

Yo Kanye West, What’s Up with Thee?
Frontin’ on Me, the Big JC?
On the Rolling Stone Cover, I See?
Brother, don’t you know I created thee?
One time you worshiped me
But now you so fly you dissin’ thee
Because when you diss me
You diss yo-self, G.
And I ain’t have’n that, no sirree.

‘Cause their ain’t no God-damn unless I say it,
There ain’t no funky beats unless I play it
The party don’t stop ‘til My Father say it
And there ain’t no Kanye West until I clay it.

My heavenly choir
Will never tire
Nor my beats expire
They ring from the spire
Round and round the earth they go
Where they stop only My Father know.
So I just keep rappin’ on and on, and on and on and on
On and on, on and on and on, on and on, on and on and on,
On and on, on and on and on…

Why you interuppin? You tellin’ me to move over, Rover?
Cause I ain’t gonna stop till Hell freezes over…
What’s that? Excuse me? It’s your turn?
All I gotta say is: Burn baby burn!

Uh yeah uh yeah
(to infinity…literally)

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