Amba**ador - It's the SOI (Sons of Intellect Anthem) lyrics

[Intro: Phanatik] Yo, it's Phanatik You know how I do I [?] (I do) the stage with KJ-52 And ain't no stopping that On top of that, I got Amba**ador Blasting you with the fact [Hook: KJ-52] Yo, it's the SOI Unified, glorified Recognize the Most High El Shaddai Realize, you can't run, you can't hide We verbalize, just to open up the eyes It's the SOI [Verse 1: Phanatik] Who brings the pain, along with the prominence Dominant, with godly wisdom, not just common sense? Omniscient and the reputar with the rest Of the attributes that disputes man's best And guess: who keeps the toughest emcees on they knees In the midnight hour, saying "Please!"? To the same God they dissed they album From the office of the White House to the slums in Shaolin I challenge, the smartest to the phattest, rhyme-flipping acrobatics They step up and tell us "What's the status?" I'm not rhymin', you can give me mine's I pull strings so that the Son's light can shine through your mini-blinds See, anytime you see me and mines holding mics It's only so the Son can be seen in a whole new light Cause ever since the days of my youth, I've been out to raise the roof To shed light and help men gaze at truth This ain't pain, this is pa**ion you seeing This ain't a game, that he was at Athens Coliseum Being chased while crying, getting ate by lions Showing faith while dying, as we wait for I Am [Hook] [Verse 2: The Amba**ador] Like thugs scrambling, the date is just a scandal I drop the rhyme for Christ, but got turned around Like cars buying [?] handle I met the Son, the One that even loves vandals (How much?) More than sick kids love Campbell's More than romantics love candles He made me holy, but let me stay rugged like Lugg sandals (You can't believe this!) You see the ordinary outside But something's significantly different So your mouth's wide open [?] a hypostatic mixture God [?] dwelling a man is bu*ter with a picture Crack pots who hit the jackpot Fooling with Christ [?] like this man with the laptop We set the backdrop Sin is ugly, wrecks more lives than drunk drivers And plus we've seen it turn hard rocks to slushees Yo you dreaming if you see this world with no Redeemer And think [?] hold up like a thigh with no thema This one's crazy, one shady, never wanted just one lady Met the loophole (kid) and did a 180 (One saves me) Just the right one baby Praise the God who brought me up he did blacks out of slavery Call the Navy, His love is sea-deep and wavy We wave the white flag, surrender into God who made the Whole world, with the design flyer than Paisley Christ the sheep Shepard, and with the first lady The church, and when he comes back, you know it's way c No "ifs," "ands," or "maybes," we're out like the 80s [Hook] [Verse 3: KJ-52] Too busy, huh? Yo, stop the blasphemies I'm going to battle steady charging like some batteries Graduate, first cla**, Cross Movement academies Phanatik, Amba**ador, to stimulate your faculties [?] laced up like Parry C's You getting on probably running with the Pharisees Laying with the dogs, and you waking with the fleas 52 spitting words, deep like Pacific seas I verbalize full circle, 360° Dust be getting shocked, the heaven's mentalities Lyrical missionary threaten the bias, match these Triple trinity that reigns now throughout the seas Overweight lyrics might call for arteries But your hypocrisies will become your casualties So, smoking threes had at least fatalities I'm waiting for the day the whole world comes to His knees Hoping with the Movement 240s not His steez So underfed emcees, come and get your calories [Hook]