1.Playa Hater #1
Lyricist：Dudley Brooks, Hal Stanley, Irving Taylor
We say light 'em up, click the switch juice up your watts
To the next notch till you find your niche
I pray God adjust my pitch
So that my beam comes shining out clean and rich
Though I go to illuminate Gods Plan
Darkness waits for me after the jam
Now I'm a Protestant, which means I'm a protester
If the world was Sanford, then they would call me Esther
'Cause some think that the way I live is real ugly
'Cause some find sin kinda cozy and snuggly
Com-for-table but still not able
To tell real truth, from what's on cable
'Cause some don't know, when the light starts shining？
It could light your path or it could start blinding
Or inspire or maybe set fire
Or blaze up the wicked, just like a vampire
Who's been hit by the rays of the Son, ever dawning
Who rose over sin real early in the morning
We let the Scripture paint the picture
Then lay back in God's Holy rickshaw
Those with the foul mixture, tear to pieces like a jig-saw
But we say nix y'all and leap the pitfall
Yeah, yeah, yeah, 'cause the crucifix-y'all
No arguing or debating
Just set the record straight about who's playa' hater
The foul rip Christ and they just won't stop
So be not deceived 'cause God is not mocked
For what they sow, they're sure gonna reap
So just lay back and wait for the thief
That's coming in the night, 'cause he knows how to
Creep from eternity and catch 'em like blaaow
Let's see what's said when it's all said and done
When they have to come face to face with playa' hater # 1
Well, now if everybody claims to know the problem
Then how come ain't nobody solving
Why the pain of this world keep coming through throbbin'
Check the tragedy
The world prefers darkness, instead of His Majesty
We push positivity but positivity X-Jesus, is positively
A good attempt at chivalry
Hard work ethic and good discipline
Won't score points, even though it's good dribblin'
It's the sizzlin' hot hand that puts the ball through the can
And God's Tres' blaze, far away from the range of mortal man
You can test but miss and it's penalty
Some slide down to Hell every so gently
Others say Hell is a conspiracy pushed by believers
To ruin triple X sex and take away the real bomb cheeba
They say it's all natural and try to make it practical
So you can be down with God, even though you living foul
That's that playa' mind, they playing God to the left
But on His right hand is the One who rose over death
So for those not feeling Him and preferring worldly fun
Then just call Him the wrath playa' hater, hater # 1
The foul rip Christ and they just won't stop
So be not deceived 'cause God is not mocked
For what they sow, they're sure gonna reap
So just lay back and wait for the thief
That's coming in the night, 'cause he knows how to
Creep from eternity and catch 'em like blaaow
See what's said when it's all said and done
When they have to come face to face with playa' hater # 1
The foul rip Christ and they just won't stop
So be not deceived 'cause God is not mocked
For what they sow, they're sure gonna reap
So just lay back and wait for the thief
That's coming in the night, 'cause he knows how to
Creep from eternity and catch 'em like blaaow
See what's said when it's all said and done
When they have to come face to face with playa' hater # 1
Let's see what's said when it's all said and done
When they have to come face to face with playa' hater # 1
Let's see what's said when they have to come face to face with
The most H to the I to the G to the H
Let's see what's said when it's all said and done
When they have to come face to face with playa' hater # 1
Let's see what's said when they have to come face to face with
The most H to the I to the G to the H
Rip Christ, won't stop, not deceived, not mocked
They sow, gonna reap, lay back for the thief
In the night he knows how, from eternity like blaaow
Said, done, face to face, playa' hater # 1
I'm done
2.Forever
Lyricist：John Kevin Wells, King Edwin Bernard
Yeah, forever and forever
Break yourself and don't try ta
Front on your man T O N I the C
When you bring it don't even try to lie to me
If it's real then you know how it's gotta be
By now you know my motta
Ain't nobody here tryin' to flex brovado
You know the signachatto, it's Christ we follow
If He's Lamont then I wanna be Rallo
I know, it's hard in the land of the lollipops
When they're up in your face every time the trolly stops
But God gots folly cops so before folly starts, folly stops
For the last and evil
It's gonna take more then stain glass and steeple
But a distinctive people, who only bow down to the Regal
The One who didn't count it robbery to be called equal
They the ones wit no fear, they the ones who stay clear
Of the wolf and the wolf in sheep's gear, Word bond
They know the different between Luke 9：50
And the whole book of first John
Watch the con, he's an artist
Makin' you feel rabbit when you know that the tortoise, taught
us
Who's gonna win, only because a loving God gotta deal wit' sin
Because He loves man
More then your striff, more then you pain
'Cause to live is Christ and to die is gain
So what it matters when
We're gonna live forever
So if I'm hit by a car or taken out by disease
You ain't gotta enough
Bullets in your gun, man please
We're gonna live forever
Let me spit this like Lama
And throw the Word wit a hawk like Toma
So that man can see unlike nirvana
Heaven's ruled by a unique, excellent, magnificent persona
If you say you goin', you can't stand before Him, still showin'
On your life credit report still owin'
'Cause the grass you growin'
Is the kinda of grass thats gonna catch mowin'
Ladies get your hands up, fellas get your fist clinchin'
When we gonna stand up, dig in and war trenchin'
If you want the whole school to feel the redemption
You can't use any tool, it takes Godwrenchin'
To turn a whole generation 180, I hear the whispers of the fat
lady
And the only reason she ain't singin' right now is
God got His hand on the volume, baby
Real patient ain't it
But don't take His kindness for weakness
'Cause we livin' in a time of divine sweatness
'Cause there will come a day when He'll say 'Enough meekness'
And men will scatter to the hills like the Horse runnin' of the
Preakness
More then your striff, more then you pain
'Cause to live is Christ and to die is gain
So what it matters when
We're gonna live forever
So if I'm hit by a car or taken out by disease
You ain't gotta enough
Bullets in your gun, man please
We're gonna live forever
Harlem shake yourself till you meet Him
Though a lot of men front, they know they need Him
Watch how you treat Him
You might as well join, 'cause your sure cant beat Him
He's the one who put the real free, in the word freedom
Especially for those who are livin' in the struggle
Just tryin' to eat and you can't shake trouble
The real rough stubble, the real Barn Rubble
All my raw dogs, no leash no muzzle
You wanna roll doubles and stand in smoke huddles
And feel like the hubble, bein' shot out the shuttle
But that's where it's subtle, pop goes the bubble
And you fall back down to earth and splash down in a puddle
The cost of the trip was, oh, so pricey
You're mad at the world all hot and spicey
Then wit' the quickness of a swoosh like Nike
Satan did his thing and dug up in your psyche
'Cause all this life gives is temporary relief
And all you really had was temporary belief
You really couldn't see the amazin' deceit
And now the threat is eternal defeat
That's why we say, get a Bible and read it in its entirety
And let God deal wit' you, you and your propriety
Check out all the cats of notoriety the variety
Of ways they deal wit' the ills of society
Let it bring sobriety, let it make you fiery
'Cause it's gonna take more then a slice of apple piety
Once you realize that there's sin and symptom
And there's lost souls and things that tempt 'em
And to Jesus there's rest and redemption
You're covered by a Hebrew 401K pension
Not to mention, you learned you lesson
No more vexin, no more stressin'
No more guessin', no more Heaven, and hell questions
No more just livin' for the blessin's, no more dressin'
Forget the ice and aggression, not my wife, no caressin'
I don't care if she's Bodiqua, Australian or Texan
And you're ain't scared to scream that to your whole section
I'm not livin' for this life, 'cause I'm livin' for the next one
Livin' for the next one
Livin' for the next one
Livin' for the, livin' for the, livin' for the
Livin' for the next one
More then your striff, more then you pain
'Cause to live is Christ and to die is gain
So what it matters when
We're gonna live forever
So if I'm hit by a car or taken out by disease
You ain't gotta enough
Bullets in your gun, man please
We're gonna live forever
More then your striff, more then you pain
'Cause to live is Christ and to die is gain
So what it matters when
We're gonna live forever
So if I'm hit by a car or taken out by disease
You ain't gotta enough
Bullets in your gun, man please
We're gonna live forever
3.It's Going Down
Lyricist：Virgil Byrd, Edwin Bernard King, Byron Ravenell
What's up y'all？ It's Life, yeah I'm still rappin'
Haven't been in action but I haven't been wasn't
Took a little breather, 'cause it wasn't either or
It was war, my spirit was in need of the Lord
And I'm sore from the fight, but its right now
Armed to the tooth wit Biblical truth, ready to be light now
And salt now, so let's put it on now
Get it torn down, for the King who wore the throne crown
My position has risen from misery
No longer a slave to gifts that God has given me
Just to see, you can check out my history
Peep my time line, it's by Divine design, no mystery
I used to dabble in some black magic
'Cause I used to sell crack on the corners to the crack addicts
Now I bust for Christ like I'ma akmatic
And if I sound mad, you're right cause I have had it
This life, we're all bad at it
And if you're not in the light, you're in the dark taken stabs
at it
Trust Christ, He can adjust like craftmatic
And you can begin wit Him, instead of end tragic
Let's get it on now, get it torn down
Let the horn sound, let 'em know it's goin' down
Ya city, ya town, ya hood, ya ground
Ya block, now know son, it's goin' down
Let's get it on now, get it torn down
Let the horn sound, let 'em know it's goin' down
Ya city, ya town, ya hood, ya ground
Ya block, now know son, it's goin' down
Life is priceless, that's why Christ did what He did
So when I'm on the mic, it's to let men know the night gots
vices
And Satan gots darts sharper then ice picks
I never wanna spit, just to say that I'm nice wit the verbs
You haven't heard？ Herb ain't righteous
Get it from the ground and found that you can pipe it
It wasn't meant to be a part of every day life, if
The Hennesy is your remedy to the trifeness
You're lifeless, but if you accept Christ, His
Offer won't cost ya, and you'll escape the lightless
His life gives light to the path of the sightless
Strictness, tightness, narrowness, righteous
Death and life switch, when you know Jesus Christ is
Lord of your life and sacrifice biz
Is worth, the physical hurt, 'cause after this life
Its more then alright worship all light
Unflawed bodies wit an unflawed Christ
So let's get it tight, get our lives right
And let our light shine like Madeline Albright
Let's get it on now, get it torn down
Let the horn sound, let 'em know it's goin' down
Ya city, ya town, ya hood, ya ground
Ya block, now know son, it's goin' down
Let's get it on now, get it torn down
Let the horn sound, let 'em know it's goin' down
Ya city, ya town, ya hood, ya ground
Ya block, now know son, it's goin' down
Ya city, ya town, ya hood, ya ground
Ya block, now know son, it's goin' down
Ya city, ya town, ya hood, ya ground
Ya block, now know son, it's goin' down
Ya city, ya town, ya hood, ya ground
Ya block, now know son, it's goin' down
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