(Da’ T.R.U.T.H.)
He’s in a class by himself, a league of His own
He’ll give life to the dead, He’ll breathe on your bones
He’s more than a homeboy, He’s king on a thrown
Now either love Him, or leave Him alone
But you can’t do both, it’s either or
The velvet or the iron door
The lamb or the lion that roars
The provider of the rider on the horse
He’s Yahweh, King, much more than a product in the store
Plus, He’s faithful and true
Waitin’ to come through, consume fools like a plate full of food
Eternal life, that’s a fate for the few
No breaking the rule, come on a roll like skateboarder dudes
(Phanatik)
Check the flavor my neighbor
You can raise your hand while I set the faiser to taiser
This is shock for you soul
A little rock and roll
Something to step to when you hit the block and stroll
So let’s lock and load
Word of God is the ammo
Armor of God, camo fatigues
Strategic Rambo maneuvers
Hand over land is the move, man
Stand soldier, firm in your faith
Time to do what He told ya
Hold up the 66 books
Stuck in the radio
Always trying to hit me with hooks, nope
Feeling my crew? Hallelu
This is how it sounds when Pilly goes down, mixed with the Lou
Ooh, try and listen
I, yes the Christian
Wide screen addition
In high definition
Coming soon
Like manana, sun and moon
That the ___________ for my peoples, like sunny tunes
(R-Swift)
So it’s one, two for my mic check
As I approach a world that Christ-less
Giving you good meat to digest
And I swear solidly the rock properly
Dropping non-stopily
Since the rock spotted me
Knocked me down, switched my flow game
Changed my identity from sinner to no-name
Introduced me to light
Gave my soul flame
Now its nothing but Gospel whenever I flow man
From Philly to the mid-west right thurr
My mic serves the Gospel to strike the right nerve
So when you finished with this cypha music
If the Cross ain’t done yet, then neither is the movement
(J-Silas)
His mercy, mercy’s
On me like the jersey
Royalty purple and gold like James Worthy
A trade’s been made, I ain’t worth a food stamp
Can’t stand on my own like I’ve got two cramps
Ain’t sinning, but I can, pray for me
You’re my brother right?
Then you’re able to pray for me
We all foolish, thinking we ain’t Judas
Help me Lord, Paul thought his sins were rudest
Stacey dashes, taking dashes clueless
makes me mad is us Christians act the cruelest
I got some knocks on my head from some Bibles
Gave some too, thank Christ for survival
Hearts deceitful
Making knowledge idols
Trunks in my eye and I can’t see my rivals
Cause they unseen, please remember
We don’t uproot, God yells timber
(Json)
This is the lost swift movement
From the mid to the east
To bring across truth to flame to the ears of the streets
My Bible’s my Tonic, I guess I’m a Phantik for Christ
Or Ambassador, slashin hearts with the Word of Tru-Life
Actually, He’s giving me what I need to survive
Cause Adam had to have branded us to the breed that would die
Thank Jesus, at least you can say that our hearts still ain’t hardened
He said This House I Shall Live, so right there my sins have been pardoned
It’s mercy, because we’re sinners saved by grace
If not, smell it like pee-ew, as J-Silas would say
The violence today is running rapid from the nature of sin
So we paint a picture of the Cross and pray the world will give in
(Thi’sl)
We set tracks ablaze
For the Rock of Ages
To free captive minds from locks and cages...