From The Mid To The East Cypha

He's in a class by himself, a league of His own

He'll give life to the dead, He'll breathe on your bones

He's more than a homeboy, He's king on a thrown

Now either love Him, or leave Him alone

But you can't do both, it's either or

The velvet or the iron door

The lamb or the lion that roars

The provider of the rider on the horse

He's Yahweh, King, much more than a product in the store

Plus, He's faithful and true

Waitin' to come through, consume fools like a plate full of food

Eternal life, that's a fate for the few

No breaking the rule, come on a roll like skateboarder dudes

Check the flavor my neighbor

You can raise your hand while I set the faiser to taiser

This is shock for you soul

A little rock and roll

Something to step to when you hit the block and stroll

So let's lock and load

Word of God is the ammo

Armor of God, camo fatigues

Strategic Rambo maneuvers

Hand over land is the move, man

Stand soldier, firm in your faith

Time to do what He told ya

Hold up the 66 books

Stuck in the radio

Always trying to hit me with hooks, nope

Feeling my crew? Hallelu

This is how it sounds when Pilly goes down, mixed with the Lou

Ooh, try and listen

I, yes the Christian

Wide screen addition

In high definition

Coming soon

Like manana, sun and moon

That the ___________ for my peoples, like sunny tunes

So it's one, two for my mic check

As I approach a world that Christ-less

Giving you good meat to digest

And I swear solidly the rock properly

Dropping non-stopily

Since the rock spotted me

Knocked me down, switched my flow game

Changed my identity from sinner to no-name

Introduced me to light

Gave my soul flame

Now its nothing but Gospel whenever I flow man

From Philly to the mid-west right thurr

My mic serves the Gospel to strike the right nerve

So when you finished with this cypha music

If the Cross ain't done yet, then neither is the movement

His mercy, mercy's

On me like the jersey

Royalty purple and gold like James Worthy

A trade's been made, I ain't worth a food stamp

Can't stand on my own like I've got two cramps

Ain't sinning, but I can, pray for me

You're my brother right?

Then you're able to pray for me

We all foolish, thinking we ain't Judas

Help me Lord, Paul thought his sins were rudest

Stacey dashes, taking dashes clueless

Makes me mad is us Christians act the cruelest

I got some knocks on my head from some Bibles

Gave some too, thank Christ for survival

Hearts deceitful

Making knowledge idols

Trunks in my eye and I can't see my rivals

Cause they unseen, please remember

We don't uproot, God yells timber

This is the lost swift movement

From the mid to the east

To bring across truth to flame to the ears of the streets

My Bible's my Tonic, I guess I'm a Phantik for Christ

Or Ambassador, slashin hearts with the Word of Tru-Life

Actually, He's giving me what I need to survive

Cause Adam had to have branded us to the breed that would die

Thank Jesus, at least you can say that our hearts still ain't hardened

He said This House I Shall Live, so right there my sins have been pardoned

It's mercy, because we're sinners saved by grace

If not, smell it like pee-ew, as J-Silas would say

The violence today is running rapid from the nature of sin

So we paint a picture of the Cross and pray the world will give in

We set tracks ablaze

For the Rock of Ages

To free captive minds from locks and cages

This is hot off the press, fam

Flip the pages

Sin has a penalty, who paying the wages?

Its as clear as it gets, can't get no clearer

Couldn't get it closer to ya if you looked in a mirror

Unless your vision dirty fam, like grit on the mirror

Gritty, grimy, filthy, like spit on the mirror

Jesus' blood cleansed us though like Windex on the mirror

'till His image what we see when we look in the mirror

'till His love is what you see when you looking at us

Black is blood is what it seem when God is looking at us

Oh, it's outrageous, the Word of God is so amazing

Its time, let's walk this way and let's get to cypha God-blazin

Sin and death, I'm sick of it

We need His omnipotence

Stand against wickedness

With lifted fists and arms raised

It is my turn to spark this cypha

Its time to start this fire

The real Jesus walks with me

Even through the wire

He's the true Messiah

He don't care about a tire

You filthy rags, He makes clean

___________ He admires

I don't need the blings

I rock the products of the Father

I hold onto this attire manufactured by Abba

Don't need the Gucci

The phat ride, or the Prada

Cause my hand gesture welcomes God in like the Ramada

He preach the Cross even when the legions mock

And we seek what's pleasing God cause He's the boss

Watching what we say like closed caption, believe it doc'

The world's watching us like peeping tom's

When we spit like teething tots

Thousands of heathens drop

And become dumb-founded like when speech is lost

Gospel emcees are rare like an equinox

Non-Christ-centered verses are grieving God

I don't need the props

I was the sheep that's lost

Then I met the good Shepard

His voice leads the flock

In this day and time Satan is taking lives like Ethan Hawk

So cling to God with tunes open, receive the plot

We scream enough truth that you've got to listen

I'm Flame, can't take the heat, get out the kitchen

Christian cats are spittin' Christ with the mic on

We ride through the dark with our high-beam lights on

The whole camp might be social martyrs

We preach with our life and are vocal artists

Jesus, welcome to Christ saints

Can I take your order?

I'll have the bread of Heaven and the living water

We'll stick together, God's sons and daughters

Let us worship together, the God who called us

And we ain't those cats after a platinum million

Cause just knowing Christ is that platinum feeling