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Without Christ, men ain't spiritual

they get caught up in a bunch of spare rituals

 

I got a feelin' most of this spiritual 

mess is just spare rituals

dressed in traditional garb 

Hip-hop tells a man that he's god

a contradiction of terms but noone thinks it's odd 

and noone hopes that God comes to reclaim His planet

when back in the day that type of hope was demanded

or should I say da' mandate?

Now man hates to hear words about man's fate

and breaks into tears 

And swears

it's no fact that man was manufactured

If you're down with this world's thinkin' man you're backwards

We are not your ordinary slum dwellas

check the young fellas gettin' open like an umbrella

in the rain 

I still maintain

I tell the truth: that me without Christ is like the house without the roof 

and you need proof? 

well check the average house with no doors, or no floors 

no windows, just empty corridors 

that's what we call abandoned 

and that's the state that every man's in 

unless you've asked Christ to come and stand in 

the gap, I slap on the jeans

and walk the urban scene 

and see mad teens in love and down with the world's theme

song but check the new song we sing

it's Jesus the Christ, y'all long live the King! 

 

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See, ever since I learned that it was more than cliches 

I sought to grab the microphone and put Christ on display

so all can see that all the way from here to Albany 

there ought to be love for the God who makes the autumn leaves awesomely

fall in the Fall time, often we draw lines and alter the plans with our flawed minds 

all up and down the F.M. dial

they make songs about takin' the wrong route

and yet men smile 

Yet when trials and tribulations appear 

"God this" and "God that" is all that you hear 

You don't see them runnin' to them BMWs 

when trials of regular human beings trouble you

There's only one God I know of 

who does more than create to devastate but demonstrates to show love 

(it's so bugged) yet not wack doctrine 

Lyrically I throw gloves to tag ya head like we was slap boxin' (ain't that shockin') 

but did you know? Yoshua offers us relationships and not just rituals 

Oh if you know what you gonna bring (than bring it)

you know what our thing is it's long live the King, kid

 

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See, mankind is opposite God, meaning He's anti 

it's called sin a.k.a. the reason why man dies 

hold your hands high 

if you want Christ to sub for you 

the only one life who qualifies to substitute 

who suited up and jumped in the game? (who)

Who moved it up and bumped in His name

where an "X" marked the spot 

while planet Earth conversed in the parkin' lot

talkin' bout whose god is gonna win? (who) 

And at the end of the night when the game is done

I'm sure it'll be the famous Son (who) 

who's name is none other than Jesus 

the one I'll run and hug 

and thank for puttin' righteous blood in my bank account

when my tank amount was empty 

then He filled me up, like a tank and a half 

now from the Bible I answer men like Hank Hanegraaff

and at man I laugh 

'cause now I understand the scorecard 

and peep the whole scene like a crazy keen store guard 

it's sure hard to prove to men that the Lord is 

more than a name tossed around in my chorus 

of course it's not some forces in space 

it's my Lord who's sportin' this world like a bracelet, taste it

that's what we call flava 

those other gods don't cut it

plus they can't fade, like a dull razor 

Y'all raize ya hands if you no longer 

stand for the wrong thing and sing with us "Long live the King!"