Phanatik - Psych Check lyrics

I figured the way to spark it was to corner the market And throw darts to hit the target Then grip your hearts where lethargic Thoughts sit and force it to turn like water burns from faucets While you, think about what I'm speaking about reaching out to Each endowed with the gift of listening and seeking sound Reasoning my sound begins Leaking through your speakers Then everyone who's waiting to X-hell can breath again CNN, see 'em when it's season in Season out Fall back on that talking less you trying to be about What does my sk** profit unless I'm a real prophet If I'm living ill I can bet you that God will stop it I'm just His little sidekick, He is the real object When it comes to solving issues He handles the real problems What is the deal partner, how you feel shawty Brothers are still mobbing, holding that steel woydey Boy they, know they, tripping don't they So they, only, go they, own way Homie, what's up with your home made remedies Temporary solutions are futile and never set at ease Plus medically, He's, better please let Him breath Catch your second wind get set begin Check your steez, before and after Christ You go from looking forward to a morbid afterlife To a gorgeous sacrifice, all that for half the price Nah it's free It only costs faith and even that's a gift so please believe Mic check 1-2, 1-2 Psych check 1-2, 1-2 Don't take Him for granted, granted He is harder than granite, the grandest A grand if you can find His grandkids He has none, He only has sons and daughters Not mom, not grand mom, no one that we know of can know Him for us Whoa! how you just gonna come from the chorus like that And jump right into all this "granted-granite type rap? What ever happen to a smooth transition? Alright let me slow it down so you can listen The man who's falling thinks he's flying, gravity defying Gradually he's dying, it's sad to see he's lying to his senses Since he censes pleasure he consents his Perception's distorted by a few things His sin, Satan, and how society's moving Now he can drown and go down with the ship Or jump and swim in Him who is found in the Script You might've heard of Christ the life preserver Came for the nice guys and the type that likes to murder Tonight's the night for mergers, in this life you might hurt up But in Christ you can rest at night just like a Serta Mic check 1-2, 1-2 Psych check 1-2, 1-2 If God aint moving, the earth is boring That's probably why the radio heard me snoring Four in the morning Head fell on the horn and I woke up yawning Like what's going on and Same goes for the video shows catch me dozing With the videos don't show Him I blow in to the room like mist I just wanna see what's got you throwing your fist If it's truth then keep them hands pumping high Like that cause that's sweeter than pumpkin pie But if you're high on a lie man I can't say nothing I'm looking at the Lord like man why they frontin? Maybe they don't know that it's on like that But teach cats not to sleep like insomniacs They try to pa** us the weed and the Cognac We stop 'em dead in there tracks like whoa! Kind of slow your roll Like traveling over cobblestones carrying a Conestoga coach I'm wielding the sword of the King Kind of like the thing Aragon was born to swing during The Lord of the Rings Mic check 1-2, 1-2 Psych check 1-2, 1-2