It be The Gift and The Ambassador

The Cross Movement in your area, ah!

Who be champ, champion, who be champ, champion?

Who be only solo hero, who's champion?



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Yeah yeah yeah, whatcha want whatcha want?

Yeah yeah yeah, whatcha need whatcha need?

Yeah yeah yeah, whatcha got whatcha got?

Solo Christo, believe it or not!

Yeah yeah yeah, whatcha want whatcha want?

Yeah yeah yeah, whatcha need whatcha need?

Yeah yeah yeah, whatcha got whatcha got?

Solo Christo, yo, ya know the steelo!



[The Tonic]

Looks like it's quarter ta

According to the long arm on your Nautica

Bomb vise got you free

Alisé swig, Land Cruiser rig

Solo, Timbo, Tom Hilfig

It's all by design

"Yeah my dough, I gotta get mine"

Your strictly melon, let others long rhyme

The fact that you're negligent is irrelevant

'Cause you still stomp through the street with more weight than an elephant

When you aim you don't miss

Whether you come with the bom bom or the

Style of the drunken fist

While like Hannibal

Find the flesh like a cannibal

Trying to get the Xanadu

Smoking that cannabis botanical or botonical

Got a cracked monocle

Swearing you can comprehend the Holy Chronicle

But what's critical

And what makes it so pitiful,

Is that you don't know what

You were put here to do

You sin more than Drac

Not a thing you lack

But Christ be beating on that head like a coon got slapped

True dat true dat

You can't relax

You'll never have peace

So you better react

The confusion will never cease

So pick option Solo Christo while you still living up in this piece



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[The Ambassador]

Jesus, eternal Sonship

And He be One with

The Father come get

The only Son which ???

The Savior comes with

More flavor than the candy Fun-Dip

Some trip

But as for planet earth, the Savior runs it!

The drum kicks

Can't beat em even with the drumstick

One trip, He died so ye could have life

Who wants it?

M.I.C. aka: "microphone"

Solo Christo aka: "Christ Alone"



[The Tonic]

You put the plug in the socket

'Til the thing gets hot

To tighten up them fat curls on that knot

Gotta rush, don't want to get caught by the Disco feve'

'Cause the first 200 ladies get in free

And, you believe in Cupid and you hope he got a laser sight

'Cause you come in gunnin' for Mr. Right

Which is usually Mr. Wrong

You dance to the same song

Maybe all life long..

Yeah, woman needs man, and that's all legit

But you give man a place that only God should get

"Only" means "Solo"

"Christ" means "Christo"

Snap out the spell, it aint hard to tell

Abbadeo!

Agape, phileo!

Christ loves you more than Scarface loved Mayo

And though both died

One rose with the true halo

And wants to hook you up with the right piece like Lego (click, click)

See, put God first and everything falls in order

No doubt, ask yourself, "What's it all about?"

Is it really about the chocolate type that buys you what you like?

Or a Logos love supreme to redeem that life?

Or is it about a hot dreamy steamy bump 'n grind?

Or an everlasting passion that will blow that mind?



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