[Chorus]

You know we live among tough guys who say they ruff ride

But, ahh, what a relief it is to be in Jesus

You know we live among tough guys who say they ruff ride

But I've seen them meet Elohim and no more tough side


[Verse 1]

There's an attack on Christ in hip hop

That's like a man in Timberlands getting' dissed by a man in flip-flops

Will it stop, yes but not until we get dropped

Then Jesus universally will get props

It's not wise in my eyes for small guys

To dis Jesus Christ and be some so called "gods"

Your all off sides, your blind to the fact that God the Son takes lives

And one day will make them all rise

Just to judge them, find out what you thought of Him

Did you love Him, or was He just a dime a dozen

My mic's plugged in to confront the average rap star

Or the rap listener chillin' in you phat car

The facts are no matter what your stats are

Most R&B and rap are tracks that make God pull out the hacksaw

And disconnect them cause they won't respect Him

Once you get Him flexing then I'm jettin' cause then no one can protect them


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[Verse 2]

As I drop I've got you stopped like the red octagon

I never said I could rhyme, I only said, "God's the bomb!"

When the mic is mine Jesus will be in it every time

It's hard to keep fans when the Man's up in every line

But that's ok my pay day came when Yahweh visited Calvary

Crushed His son to pay my salary

Bet it, let it be know we're all indebted

One sin overcharged our credit

To the grave we were headed, the spiritual paralytics

Then Christ came to save like the paramedics

Check it---almost naked, with His arms spreader

Still said, "Come on with it, the Law, the prophets and the Psalms said it"

And now I get it, a chance to make a record what me set it

Off for Jesus who gets rejected

On the regular I bet you the secular mind makes

You think mankind is on the rise like the crime rate

The wickeder the jam, the more money that it makes

 But the more that it takes to break the patty cake

Child like mental state, my pencil breaks

Trying to write lyrics to infiltrate you must be unregenerate


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[Verse 3]

I'm no holier than thou pal, I'm not bashin' you

I just want to be frank like a Hebrew National

Get it straight the human race's a death row inmate

One liberates, but He's the one that most men hate

When sin takes or should I say took the world captive

Death came after, then universal disaster

Just before they wrote the final chapter

Out of the blue the best made a move like a true chess master

And absolutely brought sin and death to its knees

By dying on a tree with no leaves---true indeed

Jesus is who He be, the only One that saves men

From the heavenlies but down to earth like the pavement

Cheer this champion, no more dissin' Him

On the count of three start kissin' him

 1,2,3---ahhh feel the romance of the Father

 Abba, The lover man with more rank than Shabba

Some think death ends the drama, but I'm a

Remind you death is not a period it's just a comma


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