[Chorus]

C'mon stand up, get your hands up, Word up

Start somethin, get your heart pumpin

Yeah start jumpin around, if you're under the ground

I know you're down wit this thunderous sound



C'mon stand up, get your hands up, Word up

Start somethin, get your heart pumpin

Start somethin, why? The world needs what you have

Back to the lab til you master your craft

This is it



[Phanatik]

I'm out to destroy this track, ya boy is back

Who would think gospel tactics would employ rap

But since I know head will enjoy that

I'll rock til the wheels fall off like a benz or jag

See, if I never get dough like "Whoa"

It's cool jus to know I never sold my soul

My goal is to get souls, not to go gold

And get answers to shortys before she's dancin go-go

And to talk to boy before they call the po-po

Or he ends up in the morgue wit a tag on his toe

See, if they can talk about cash and trash in their raps

Then we can talk about snatchin cats out of traps!

That's set for your soul, let's see it roll

Til we end up in our heavenly home

Who cares about how much or whether we've blwon

Its not man but by God that's best to be known



[Chorus]



[Phanatik]

It's time to strike up the band, rise up and stand

And draw lines in the stand of time, we stand behind

What we believe in followin God, who squad read to die like Stephen

Whether put to death or put to test, beef wit God? Better put it to rest

What we kick will leave an imprint like a foot to the chest

Wit truth that'll shoot through your bullet proof vest

Watch out He's ventin... no! He's vintage

Like aged wine a sage wit rhyme sentence

But since man at his core is mad hard to reach

We know the Lord is usin more than jus parts of speech

Paragraphs paird up to smash

He'll bring the heat open up air ducts and shefts

Who can last in the smolderin heat?

When He throws the cold shoulder at His judgement seat?

Huh? The very breath that we breath and every gift we recieve

Is in the palm of His hand wit no tricks up His sleeve

Isn't that a relief? So sit back in your seat

Kick up your feet take it in and take it back to the streets



[Chorus]



[Phanatik]

I'm in the eye of the storm, high above norm

Before the Most High when I perform

An audience of One watchin, One chair, one stair hopin

He's still there when I'm done watchin

And if He's there then I hope that He's pleased wit me

This is not done easily, I cook mics, but the rhyme books I write

Changed since the Father wants to see Jesus Christ look-a-likes

So the more like the Son, the Phanatik becomes

That's less laps around the track that I have to run

New character sprung, old habits get hunged

Now we're havin some fun, too band cause now the tracks done