The Battle - Eroc, Tom Slick

This is a tale of Christ vs. The Deathstar

Good vs. evil

Round one

Victory guaranteed my son

The battle

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

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