We spit the real

And it's fact

Not fiction, and it's ill

This wax, I'm itching to scratch

And mix in to the format

Is the Christian life so where's the door mat

With the welcome?

I'm not stopping til I hear Him say "well done"

They know not the waters I draw my well from

My well sprung but I held my tongue til it burst

Drenchin' you not just quenchin' your thirst

Now you're swimming in it

And in a minute it'll diminish your mission

And move God's position to the forefront

This is for all my appalled by evil

With hearts that beat for what the Lord wants

You can call this Christian rap

Oh, what?, You ain't know Christians rap?

I'm strapped with analogies of faith

Waving God's aroma so your soul can see how good He tastes

I'm starving for Him, you are too

You're probably wonderin', "who are you?"

Maybe I'm the last of dying breed

Like a dying steed running his last lap with blinding speed

Or maybe I'm stock from a new breed

Crops from a new seed growing in the soil of earth

If so, give props for the new me, God's doing a new thing

I'm a product of His toil and work

He's the, Master Craftsman

He crafts men after the fashion of the last Adam

Not the first, the first was cursed

We all take after the first one from birth

That's why we must be born again

Otherwise, it can never be on again

So, if you dare to listen

Warning, you will hear content that is very Christian

Warning, this album is just the B side

I gotta say for side A you really need to see me live

At least I pray that's how it is

That the real Phanatik LP would be everyday just the way I live



These dudes need to stop, the uprising it is so

Unwise and there is no, one higher and oh

His empire is so, much flyer than those

Young guys and there clothes, cars and tires and there flows

Are so tired you just know, they all are lying even so

Y'all'll buy 'em I'm like yo, y'all why when there's no truth in it

But disc jocks, these are the same dudes who's music diss God

And even so you spin it, and push ads

And add to the bad

You could push the good but the good doesn't bring enough cash

It's not that the good isn't good enough

It's just that hood is stuck

And you get enough bucks to keep us on smash

Nice moves, everything's astounding

The bling and the money it got a lot of 'em killed awww!

But Christ rules everything around me

So scream if the money ain't got a lot of appeal y'alllll

The love of money is the root to all evil

Money means power, power means pleasure, pleasure that's lethal

But nothings equal to Him, he's better for sure

Plus at His right hand is there is pleasure forevermore

I could say more but must I?

I trust I got it all covered but plus I

Got about eighteen more tracks for y'all

Raw raps repping the LORD, all capitals

So enough with this into, let's go

Let's get on with it, on with the show

Said enough with this intro, let's go

Let's get into to it, on with the show