[Verse One]

Back to the lab again, young lads getting bad with the pad and pen

Holy Culture, a fabulous fabric blend, God's people got fashion sense

That'll take it pass your trends and get passionate

With passages from the text while we passing it

Though we not highly paid to perform

That don't stop us from stepping on stages galore

You can take away the stage and the studio booth

Pull the label exec's and the loot they recoup

That don't change what we slang we not your usual group

We only jump for the Lord, so we don't jump through the hoops

I see the culture's distress, I got a lot to express

It's just some things I had to get off my chest

But it's time to release the pressure, decrease the flesh cuz

Jesus, He seeks to bless us

Drop jewels see deep like treasure men seek the lesser

But Christians we seek His Pleasure



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When you see that this life is more than ice and rims and you ready to go

You can't hide that pride deep down inside, playboy you ready to know

If ya hot with the proof and you got hte juice of Son, then ya ready to ride

But are you ready to do in the name of truth what the world might do for a lie



Rock shows with the Gospel (Gospel)

Long as I got breat in my nostrils (Gospel)

When I flow it's Gospel (Gospel)

Cross Movement and Rock Soul (We rock souls)



[Verse Two]

Oh no, the CM's back, yeah, we're intact

Was in the cut but the "C" ain't slack

God was adding to what CM lacked

Now it's like Phil Jack and '02 Kobe and Shaq

The whole crew wanted true G-O-D in rap

We've gotta view that's a minority like being black

But we've agreed to feed and lead the packs

Hip hop's the key it's like some cheese to rats

And they come if your beats are raw

'Cause the streets are raw, but all fall when they meet the Law

'Cause they meet their flaws and see defeat when they meet the Boss

And that's terror like a beach with Jaws

Yo, God's got beef galore

'Cause you tell Peace, "Get lost," plust play Easter soft

So peep the cross and weep no more

All rise, recognize that you need the Lord, boy

Who would've though that a lost crook would get

Brought to the point where the cross looked good



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[Verse Three]

Where's the buzz

Better yet, where's the love

Seems like, what we got wrecks the clubs

There's no hugs, probably cuase there's no drugs

And no mansion that's housing thugs

Here's the thing, it's an enigma things

Sometimes it feels like a Q-dog at a sigma thing

We don't try to jig the thing

'Cause one day we gonna reign in the same chains that the stigma brings

Christ Supreme, all that means is:

Christ Rules Everything Around Me: C.R.E.A.M.!

If He's the King, and you don't let Him do His thing

That's Golum's fellowship with the ring

Pain and strife, is how this world pays the price

Lust of the flesh, just of the eyes, pride of life

That's why we gotta get it right

Ain't nobody got it right

If you think so, Satan's pulling off a heist

But when dealing with the Christ

(You) gotta be real, not fake like a Poltergeist



[Hook]