Da Truth - Whose Team? lyrics

Jesus- the God of the Bible Died on the cross All in the name of love Like Diana Ross Chicks are dyeing their hair And dudes are dying to floss I'm dying to see Christ The I Am acquire the lost I'm not quiet at all-- no This planet's a giant Ask King David This giant will fall Just because you can't see God Like the wires in the wall Don't mean that He ain't coming back With a thunderous blow People who keep their eyes on the cross Will rise and applaud The King Plus dine in His hall I know we like to think That deceased rappers will Do the same thing But trust me dog-- the media is lying to ya'll They ain't never made a profession of faith And you can tell by their diet They ain't having nothing But d**h on they plate We got the right to be skeptics And wait To see fruit that remains Before we label cats receptors of grace Me and my dudes are so confused about Whose team you on- Satan's or God's Please just make up your mind If it is God's then it should be known Me and my dudes are so confused about Whose team you on- Satan's or God's Please just make up your mind If it is God's then is should be known That won't suffice--I'll roll the dice Place my bets on the King who must control your life Respect His preferences over your own That's impossible with an album full of moaning and groans And the promotion of wrong-most of your songs Are just as foul as it gets- as wild as it gets People, they follow your steps How hollow is this- talking model chicks and bottles Kris And out of your lips Same lips you try to convince us That though your music is foul God's behind your success No- that's a misnomer God hates your music He's not a schizophrenic Really, it makes no difference How you try to explain That you heart ain't the same As the stuff that you're saying See, your heart's the problem and your mouth's the problem You can't appease the wrath of God with a gospel album-no Or a gospel song--'cause if you could Then that would mean that God is wrong And God is not, God is right-- but God is longsuffering and kind That's the only reason God's prolonged His judgement If you loved Him, you would keep His commandments Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall And even in famine You need to examine you Don't presume that you're His Just because you went to church when you was a kid Jesus Christ is zooming the lens on your heart You got a point-- only God can judge you and your friends Me and my dudes are so confused about Whose team you on- Satan's or God's Please just make up your mind If it is God's then it should be known Me and my dudes are so confused about Whose team you on- Satan's or God's Please just make up your mind If it is God's then is should be known I'm addressing the issue in the music business You right, only God can judge you--but He uses Scripture The music that you producing man, it moves your listeners' Views further away from God which proves the distance between you and him Yeah, we saw you on the VMA Awards thanking the Lord But your fruit is missing You got your spoon in the pudding But the proof is missing You know it's sad when the public is like--dude's a Christian Man, she's a Christian--she was just in the music video with a weave and lipstick Half naked with her tummy showing-- teasing men Doing a bunch of seductive dances-- pleasing senses Please don't be senseless to think that Jesus is involved with that Nah-- He's holy man and He won't change His mind He doesn't change with the times And He only hangs with the saints that are staying in line With His word and His person-- it's only vain for you to pay your 10% Attend and sit in a church service Apart from a heart it's all worthless'-- it's purposeless Your work is in vain-- you should be nervous But you not-- you think He's blessing your sin Just because your bank account is excessive in cents Plus success is a cinch-- don't get it twisted His kindness should provoke you to confess and repent Turn from your wickedness Turn from your idols to God Burn them up in the sight of the flock Learn from Bible the odds of you losing are zip All is gain- we ain't all the same