[Chorus]

Trust me son you haven't lived

until you've lived with the mind-set that heaven gives

and I be tellin' kids,"Christ is the King,"

my crew makes rhymes

so y'all can take time to think on these things

I be tellin kids, "Christ is the Bomb

my crew makes rhymes

so y'all can take time to think on these things."

You don't have to wander

just sit and ponder

you might find Love

if you take time just to think on these things



My crew spent madd week-ends of weeks

out bondin' like leather comin' thru wit' style more versatile than the weather

and whether or not Christ is the sure-shot

no question, in our click that's the one thought

that we be stressin' with our lips

and our thoughts and our actions, we factor God's word into our daily rations

now who's the has-been?

Not My God

See I stand with the Three

who be on point just like a tripod

the Ever-lasting Union, you'd be clever to

fasten and tune into the God who's passin' you

in Wisdom, and freely gives to those who ask Him

He hooked up sixty-six booklets for easy graspin' like

sixty-six chips in a wave-card

His info protects us like a shave-guard

to keep our closets from becoming grave-yards

full of skeletons

He's able to tell us who Christ is and save us from a hellish end

one that hurts like bees and stings

you like our reasoning?

well check the break and Think on these things



[Chrous]



Who lives long and gives strong men their strength

and rules Earth with infinite power to the tenth?

for the longest man-kind has been rude to the God who's about to

intrude this world of men who chose not to include (ah)

I'm stressin I guess I'd better stop (why?),  It's kind of hard

I got more love for my King than Coretta Scott

get the plot?

Let us not repeat history, we will if we treat this to be one man's beef

and label God a mystery

like the subject of God is a private

one when we got madd questions and the answer's not

Allen Iverson· I for one preach Christ and Him crucified

He's comin' again soon

to bring doom

so your crew should hide

If not then you should side with the God who got it goin' on

catchin' men's attention

like cars blowin' horns in traffic

we make moves like a rental van

to set you straight like a dental plan

all up in your mind like a mental scan

get hooked on Christ like keys on rings

You like our reasoning?

Well, check the break and think on these things



[Chrous]



You know that I'm a shoe in

for doin' you in [Ewing] like Patrick

Amazing like a hat trick

you can catch it if you follow me like dot matrix (or matrix)

when I breaks it down in terms like laymen's

catchin' amens

all about the cross like I was haman

Day in and day out I see men sittin'

thinkin', drinkin' tall ounces

tryin' to figure out why's that the way the ball bounces

why's it so easy for trouble to catch us

like it comes in double decka's

enough to make us twist like Chubby Checka's

How come the right way is never popular?

And when you try to travel it somethin's always stoppin' ya?

Could the Bible be true

when it says that sin separates you from the God who made you?

Is God really out to off ya?

or does He offer a bridge to get across stuff

the cross does just that

You might find this life is rough

you also might find that God designs that type of stuff, just to get you lookin' His way

just to display His love

to show you how He fits in like hands fit in gloves

Trust Jesus 'cause He's the King

You like our reasonings?

Well take some time and think on these things