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V.1 It ain't nothing like a kick and a snare that'll cave your chest in Except being saved and raised from death man Me and my whole crew owed a major debt when The Creditor credited the whole payment debt plan Got up in my head like the rays of CAT scans I'm bugged that Christ died but from the grave a cat scrammed Now we want to praise and rep Him, who sits on the throne Took on bone, paved the way, let's bless Him The kid got picked and God gave a second birth Had to occur since the first was less than adequate Adam bit, Adam made a mess when sin swept us up And death becomes the ... dust pan And we all went so the daily effects can be seen In everything from AIDS to back cramps From the way we age to death, can be considered 100% accurate, it aims and yep blam! I don't mean to be so violent but we talking bout sin and death Sin and death they're bols (boys) That's for sure, you can say they're best friends Can't beat them bols if you played your best hand On our best day we're a mess man God's not pleased just like me when Sprint displays their best plans This is not the kind of weight you lay on Rap fans I only do it coz I love the way it happens To usher in the cross and the way that that spans The gap between us and God, that's grace, let's clap hands V.2 As I walk through the streets my antenna's are raised up I see all the beef and all the people that's blazed up Girls got the bodies to slay us, you gotta be godly And in the face of those bodies, gotta be prayed up And must be determined to turn when a girl displays What her mama gave her coz you know mama gave em a (hey bro) You know the deal is for real but I know a Savior Who'll save us from the presence of sin, one day He'll say nuff For now we're in the barber shop, they're killing the shape ups Dudes chilling but wait not feeling the Savior A chaser, the world's got em feeling that paper Want money sky high so they build em a scraper It's a digital age so the kids are just raised up To sit, video games just killing their brains but Nobody wants to read black print on a paper Rather click and drag, surf, or be ... Or get hooked up and make mad men wanna date her But please let me introduce myself I'm nobody tryna tell everybody About a Somebody who can save anybody In the lobby, in the store, or at the mall I'm headed for the cross, I'm beginning at the Fall I'm looking for Nicodemus, a women at the well I'm in Philly so maybe I'll meet a women at the Bell We can talk liberty, we'll talk and then I'll tell her Of a God that doesn't wanna toss us into hell V.3 The rest of what I wanna say I say to the Christians If you've truly been saved you know who paid your admission He took your place, put a little grace in your system You took the grace, you should take His ways and His mission The greatest commission is to play your position Develop people who are diesel, who obey what is written That's just new prescriptions and plus you submitting To the 1 that's got a patent on life like new inventions Lord gimme some bols that are able to listen Our mission will be fishing but give Satan the swift hand Keep him at bay, the day that we slip man That lion is swift, his grip is able to rip man But You're the Lord, Jesus Christ, ain't no if and's Or maybe, he gets crushed on the day when Your fist lands You're a King, You're a Lord, You're a good Friend You got a good plan, I've tasted others and it's bland The world's sinking in a quicksand, thinking that they're Walking on their own, they don't know You loaned a kickstand I pray that this land will put faith in this Man Who rocked nails to the place where we rock the wristbands If it's rhyming you like, take a listen I can keep rhyming all night, what good is it fam? For you to die without Christ, even the hood is His and Even the hood will die if they're not in the book of His Lamb