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