Phanatik - B-Side (Intro) lyrics

We spit the real And it's fact Not fiction, and it's ill This wax, I'm itching to scratch And mix in to the format Is the Christian life so where's the door mat With the welcome? I'm not stopping til I hear Him say "well done" They know not the waters I draw my well from My well sprung but I held my tongue til it burst Drenchin' you not just quenchin' your thirst Now you're swimming in it And in a minute it'll diminish your mission And move God's position to the forefront This is for all my appalled by evil With hearts that beat for what the Lord wants You can call this Christian rap Oh, what?, You ain't know Christians rap? I'm strapped with an*logies of faith Waving God's aroma so your soul can see how good He tastes I'm starving for Him, you are too You're probably wonderin', "who are you?" Maybe I'm the last of dying breed Like a dying steed running his last lap with blinding speed Or maybe I'm stock from a new breed Crops from a new seed growing in the soil of earth If so, give props for the new me, God's doing a new thing I'm a product of His toil and work He's the, Master Craftsman He crafts men after the fashion of the last Adam Not the first, the first was cursed We all take after the first one from birth That's why we must be born again Otherwise, it can never be on again So, if you dare to listen Warning, you will hear content that is very Christian Warning, this album is just the B side I gotta say for side A you really need to see me live At least I pray that's how it is That the real Phanatik LP would be everyday just the way I live These dudes need to stop, the uprising it is so Unwise and there is no, one higher and oh His empire is so, much flyer than those Young guys and there clothes, cars and tires and there flows Are so tired you just know, they all are lying even so Y'all'll buy 'em I'm like yo, y'all why when there's no truth in it But disc jocks, these are the same dudes who's music diss God And even so you spin it, and push ads And add to the bad You could push the good but the good doesn't bring enough cash It's not that the good isn't good enough It's just that hood is stuck And you get enough bucks to keep us on smash Nice moves, everything's astounding The bling and the money it got a lot of 'em k**ed awww! But Christ rules everything around me So scream if the money ain't got a lot of appeal y'alllll The love of money is the root to all evil Money means power, power means pleasure, pleasure that's lethal But nothings equal to Him, he's better for sure Plus at His right hand is there is pleasure forevermore I could say more but must I? I trust I got it all covered but plus I Got about eighteen more tracks for y'all Raw raps repping the LORD, all capitals So enough with this into, let's go Let's get on with it, on with the show Said enough with this intro, let's go Let's get into to it, on with the show