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V.1 We be the Products of the City Life but yet we live for Christ City kids who rip the mic, but we a different type We shine like a head light, watch things get bright We get hype, advertise Christ just like a website Rock the baggy gear but shed light, that's how it's meant to be Man peeps the outside but God looks into me He invented me and looks within to see my inner Used to see the sinner who sinned, since Christ He sees a winner Enter into the mind of a Christ urbanite True urban type yet will still spill the words of life What a blend, young ordinary men but yet believers In Jesus Who placed us into the Ecclesia Let's just see ya pluck us out His hands? No chance We're in a romance more romantic than a slow dance We hold hands and walk rough streets, we feel the heat from Crews peeping the Flava of we who be speaking On behalf of God that's got wrath He can pour out Put you in a hell blacker than the heads at Morehouse Life choose it, eternal life you'll never lose it God so loved the world He sent Jesus to die and prove it Who's it? that claims to match His matchless demo? Of Love when Love is the Savior's M.O Cultural relevance Biblical intelligence God can save souls without my wisdom or my eloquence buss it Chorus: Products of the City Life but yet we live for Christ City kids who rip the mic but we're a different type We love God so we hate wrong and love what's right We love man so it's strong and it's tight V.2 Call the Surgeon coz I'm hurting The pain has got me staggering and swerving I see the trife life that's in the urban All my brothers rocking kufis or a turban Or claiming that they're god or Allah's the god they're serving But when I say I represent the Person Who made the earth and Present my case without cursing They say I'm churching And on the streets that ain't working, they laugh at me They call themselves god but they love sinning, what audacity There has to be someone who understands Yeah perhaps it be my sisters But many of them are anti-chastity Sisters vainly hope that all will end well Then tell me how you reject Christ But love yourself some Denzel For men and women sin's become the trend and the way of living Truly the anti-Christ humanistic age has risen It's called self-ism, the fastest growing religion It's trapping people up like prison I'm on a mission, boots laced Truth, grace are my topics Biblical optics that can spot even the microscopic God's vision is X-ray He sees every day plus the next day He sees through the Mary Kay Let's say He sees all things, for real son Rophe (Rophi), He heals all pains We're dealing with the one God, Savior and the Hope The only one to address the issue of sin like an envelope V.3 You feel the tug, it feels bugged, God's love is loving you But it's the City Life, it's too attractive plus it's hugging you Satan's mugging you coz although you're a hard rock You still don't know where you go when your heart stops Those jokes you make about you'll be in hell partying Sorry and you know those jokes are played out like Atari and No one's laughing coz what happens, as soon as you Start to laugh you're at another brother's funeral I'm not the bad guy, nah I bare the pain with you But God can fix you You've been torn, let Him re-stitch you I'm just a no-name with no fame But I'd hate to see you mistake the real Christ For the man in the 8 by 1-0 frame It's no game, everyone seems to claim they got the truth But truth is a Person Jesus Christ the absolute I might be fan-less and friendless and fameless But because my sin debt is paid my name is blameless Who could explain this, only the Lord could arrange this Divine rendezvous reminding you of Perfect Strangers Dig the blend like Tropicana Twister Godly and manly Just another hypostatic mixture