Yo, whoâs the last missionary? The last Eve The Last Adam marries/ the last hope in these last days here, sheâs/ the mother of all livinâ in Him, the perfection of feminine/ symbolism in scripture right next to wisdom// sheâs the reason He made the first Eve, when the mysteryâs first seen/ the day before His creative work ceased/ when He said that man must first leave his parents, to her cleave/ and through their unity she will birth seed// the assembly of diverse peeps, from all of the earthâs peaks/ and valleys who rally for their worst need/ sheâs âEcclessiaâ see the wordâs greek, and those who discern speech/ know that in English we call her âChurchâ sheâs// both local and global, when close sheâll expose you/ and show you youâre role in the whole group (no clones dude)/ sheâs known through her produce, her foes got that faux fruit/ and clothes but sheâs no fool, she knows wolves (like old news)// sheâs old school but so new and though cool her soul wonât/ condone none of those who oppose truth (she holds true)/ she wonât move roots in dope news/ of hope fueling âgoâ through her social and vocal (she wonât lose)//
Hook: The veil doesnât block her and hell couldnât stop her the/ the bells couldnât rock her, heâs got her (thatâs my church)/ Heâs mocked when you mock her, and God wonât be mocked sir/ whatâs dropped is the crop earned, heâs got her (thatâs my church)// with no truth, youâre not her, a grown dude is not her/ alone you are not her, heâs got her (thatâs my church)/ the wolves canât de-flock her, the rumors will not work/ her pulpit is Godâs turf, heâs got her (thatâs my church)//