V.1
Gimme the hat, gimme the snare, gimme the bass drum
Gimme the word, gimme a chance, I wanna say somethin'
And though I play dumb, I don't pack gun
And homie I don't really care where you came from
And that ain't tough talk, I preach Christ bled
Coz ain't a soul on the planet ever got saved on street cred
That sound like the hate, don't it
The kind to get you labelled as a fake, won't it
But I tell you this and you can put the date on it
Fragile breaks when you try to put some weight on it
So gimme the truth, gimme life, not that block route
I don't want that sand crib, gimme the rock house
So when the waves come, they take no toll
Even Katrina gotta act like a lady, wink and roll
So I ask you, who is heaven waiting for?
Well check out Matthew 7, verse 24
In Christ and His words is all that we can put our trust
All else is waste, moth, dust, even rust
So whether it's your rep or your dough stack
God is clocking every move like a LoJack
And when He's only judge of what is hot and snapping
Turn from yourself, all praise the Block Captain
Chorus:
More than rap, this is calling bol
For the one that's the Son, you can call Him Lord
He's dope coz He's hope, if your heart is soft
But if not, you'll get rocked by the God who's raw
Trust Jesus Christ, sinless life is yours
That's the good news, that's why we write these bars
Coz the new school ain't heard it all before
So it's back to the drawing board
V.2
I grew up in New York as a bol that was taught that we guys
And girls have all sinned, so we're all fallen and we died
In Adam, that's the reason we gather when sin is devised
We swarm, sure as bears are always drawn to the beehive
Girls like clubbing, strutting, hoping to meet guys
Dudes like thugging, bucking, toting the heat
Drives nice fancy cars like stars
They hope the street buys into the lie
That their lives are so complete
I've been snatched by the God that's letting men know
There's eternal life but now y'all are just in the intro!
And yo, when it's over, you, me and your kinfolk
Will take a stand, standing before His standards and His goals!!
Trust me, you wanna be standing on top of His shoulders
Only He measures up, that's his M.O
What I'm doing is tryna get you to sober up
No fruit but can I get you to hold your cup up
So when I pour in the Scripture and slip you the truth
I'll find you absorbing the mixture
180 proof couldn't be poured in your pitcher
But baby the truth is, the Lord's gonna get you
If you don't make a change like a switcher
These things will come back to your brain and convict you
This is the truth, though there's pain in the picture
Man it's with this true love I'm aiming to hit you
V.3
Time to take it back to the roots
Like the ax swinging at the tree with no fruit
Matter of fact Lord, that's me with no You
But that should never be
That's like the East with no Boom Bap
Behind the tracks and all
But stranger have happened
I'm talking off the wall
Like I just saw a man give his life to Christ
Left the world and asked his girl to be his wife
She was like, can't we just be friends?
And on the side, let the benefits be fringe
He was like nah, I'm running with God
And if I'm just one of your guys then I want us to end
I've been a hypocrite before
But I ain't dipping on the Lord
I don't wanna pretend!
Besides, why would I wanna run in opposite of the God who covered my sins?
I know, you're probably blown away
But in this zone, that happens everyday
And I have to say
When you see us moving
We not just dancing, we fighting like ...
Sometimes I'm a punchline guy
So bite down on your mouthpiece for these crunchtime rhymes
Oh yeah, we don't serve a bunch of snacks
But if you want a batch of truth, let's do lunch, I'm buying
V.4
I dip with a kick on this coz it was heavy
Fit my flow to the stance so the style remains steady
Maneuver like the horns, it's on, fill up my levy
Now I buss, feel the rush of the truth, I hope you ready
Without Christ, man is inadequate and has to get help
To form a visually accurate path and it's questions
Like please tell me what happens after this
Is my life over, do I get another pass at it?
Some people say, look man, I can't help sinning
Nobody's perfect, I word it different and say you're a sinner
As a young'n they said no, they said stop and let go
Over and over like an overdubbed echo
The reason being, it's because deep within your person
There's a heart so wicked that is needs no rehearsing
Sex, lies and videotapes, it's standard workings
And the mind of Christ is the only thing that can purge it
Remember if you ask Him, He'll come in your life
Get you right, give you sight, make that broadway tight
He's the great Conductor, come walk His narrow street
And watch Him turn your life into a Handel masterpiece
