Talk a Lot

Lyrics

V.1 You think I talk a lot, but what I talk about Can get up in you and then you can really walk it out I'm hoping you listen, this is nutrition You and God, how's that for a new vision? Girly just got her hair and her nails did But come here, I can help you know what the nails did And dude keeps a shorty, plus one on the side But I'mma tell him bout the 1 who got one in His side V.1 Some like it hard hitting, some like the raw spitting I like em both when they yolked up with what God's written The Father exalted the Son, we should all kiss Him He's risen He's Lord of all, not just of all Christians This is all missions, this is all fishing It's good news for you, no more partition You're free to drink from what the normal bars missing Living Water, you give the order, I'll start mixing Wait, there's nothing to mix, there's one ingredient It's Jesus and nothing additional, for us the Medium The cross and though He's the Boss, He still was obedient But after the grave, He stand up like a comedian So if you see me or you just put your CD in I pray my net works (networks), whether M-T-V or T-B-N No the holy can't relax His standard But you can B-E-T there's been Access Granted V.2 Man I can't grasp it, I was laying half-dead What am I saying, half dead? I was in a casket Then a fantastic God was interested In showing grace so He gripped me like things handcrafted Now I'm a little righter, just a little righter I eat and repeat the Word so I'm a little biter I got a little fighter, just a little fighter The flesh is tricky though, it can throw a little slider Last year was clear, I was a little lighter Grace got my weight up, I got a little height up But can't get all hyper, coz once I lost sight of The fact the flesh doesn't rest, it pulls an all-nighter And he knows me well and he shows me well Let's just say, next scene, I'm in a cozy cell But I drop the knee, so Hip-hop can see Sin's got the lock but God's got the key V.3 Gimme a minute, I know you'd rather be entertained But this is the illest stuff to ever enter your brain The Lord too huge for the universe to contain But He reduced Himself to use of a human frame Consider Christ's substitutionary sacrifice The bitter price of the fruit, the very wrath suffice The victorious resurrection and the empty tomb The sect that He left to spread His message and rep His throne But I'm just one of em, nowadays there's a bunch of em And some are fronting but He's sending us for you to come to Him Kingdom representatives, call us ambassadors We happen to be rappers but that's not even the half of us Our God gets His props with our lives and lips And not just the fly gifts that He drops us I know it's lofty stuff and my time is up But catch us at 17th & Diamond and we can chop it up