Verse 1: Da' T.R.U.T.H.
We do missions for Christ Jesus/
And we don't need to rock suits cause we can preach the gospel in our wife beaters/
White sneakers, striped Adidas like to speak truth/
The good news to hood dudes or whomever's listening/
Cause every listener ain't grow up a thug and everybody ain't been popped with a slug/
Mater of fact, matter fact most of y'all probably grew up just like me you ain't never put your lips to a drug/
Probably grew up pretty normal/
Probably grew up in a warm home/
You ain't never grow up strapped having to scrap over wardrobes/
And you ain't been the type to like cornrows/
Many of yall grw up with pretty decent morals/
And you were taught that all roads lead to him/
That's why it sounds so crazy when we be like "You believe on him," (breath) breath again/
Seek and you'll find/
The past is repeating itself it's like the streets on rewind/
Move foward aint you sick of the boredom aint you sick of the grind/
The brick and mortar/
Without surely being a**ured/
Of where you going when u die/
We can provide you with truth young dudes serving God in our youth/
And its like that...
Hook:
They got questions man He got answers/
You can trust Him man or take chances/
You can trust Him now or throw tantrums/
If you trust Him, Rally around this Anthem/
Jesus! (8x)
Verse 2: Phanatik
He is no fool who gives what he can't keep to gain what he could never loose/
Jim Elliot's rule/
Him hell never fooled, his food, to do the will of Him who sent him/
Until his belly was full/
Now that's fuel for the fire used to inspire/
You to inquire abouth the truth but there's a liar/
Cookin' up a plot/
Cookin up a pot of lies/
Pushin' up those dollar signs/
Who connects the dots on them dotted lines/
I can get signed if I sign right here/
Right here? Yeah/
Nah took my career and hang glided of the side of a mountain mounted to nothin'/
Accept the one that I'm trustin' not doubtin' like Thomas but clutchin'/
His promises/
Hold on what the problem is?/
You don't know what time it is hunting those shiny designer bondages/
While moms and kids still struggle in the hood/
uggling the jobs/
Poppa trying to stop smuggling the goods/
I could've still been the one trying to be persistent/
And beat the system but the Lord led me to seek His wisdom/
Was secret and hidden but now all men can see what was written/
And be forgiven and get the instructions we need for livin'/
Like that y'all...
Hook:
Verse 3: The Tonic
Now ever designer ain't a Gabanna/
And every material girl ain't a Madonna/
But if every design has a designer/
Before you start chatting on it/
Know when it comes to creation God got a patent on it/
Involuntary heart beat, automated lungs/
Thoughtless eye blinks, taste buds on the tongue/
Body's immune system fighting things that try to damage it/
Sleep, digestion, even waste management/
Who gets the credit, who takes it all/
Never big bang, never apes, never Neanderthal/
It's follish to think it's all coincidental/
I know it's touchy... I'll keep it gentle (check it)/
50... just sat in ahouse/
Without thinking disses for Jah just ran out his mouth/
Ain't it bug how Timbs are made/
That sole is a natural outgrowth from the suede/
I know it sounds crazy but/
While you were sleep a whole bottle of Remy seeped in your pores/
And ended up in your gut/
And that bling in your ice/
Is 'cause little men live on the inside and you they just shinning they lights/
If you believe this and would teach it to your sons and daughters/
Get a MRI done on your headquarters/
This little exercise, is to un'anesthetize/
And wake up man to the Glory that's forever God's/
Not to wake up and quickly fall back asleep/
But to wake up and follow Christ, like His sheep.
Cause by him and for him, things were created/
And can't be properly questioned or debated/
And it's truth to the seeking soul who can stand it/
And now understands why they exist on the planet. Like that y'all...
Hook:
We do missions for Christ Jesus/
And we don't need to rock suits cause we can preach the gospel in our wife beaters/
White sneakers, striped Adidas like to speak truth/
The good news to hood dudes or whomever's listening/
Cause every listener ain't grow up a thug and everybody ain't been popped with a slug/
Mater of fact, matter fact most of y'all probably grew up just like me you ain't never put your lips to a drug/
Probably grew up pretty normal/
Probably grew up in a warm home/
You ain't never grow up strapped having to scrap over wardrobes/
And you ain't been the type to like cornrows/
Many of yall grw up with pretty decent morals/
And you were taught that all roads lead to him/
That's why it sounds so crazy when we be like "You believe on him," (breath) breath again/
Seek and you'll find/
The past is repeating itself it's like the streets on rewind/
Move foward aint you sick of the boredom aint you sick of the grind/
The brick and mortar/
Without surely being a**ured/
Of where you going when u die/
We can provide you with truth young dudes serving God in our youth/
And its like that...
Hook:
They got questions man He got answers/
You can trust Him man or take chances/
You can trust Him now or throw tantrums/
If you trust Him, Rally around this Anthem/
Jesus! (8x)
Verse 2: Phanatik
He is no fool who gives what he can't keep to gain what he could never loose/
Jim Elliot's rule/
Him hell never fooled, his food, to do the will of Him who sent him/
Until his belly was full/
Now that's fuel for the fire used to inspire/
You to inquire abouth the truth but there's a liar/
Cookin' up a plot/
Cookin up a pot of lies/
Pushin' up those dollar signs/
Who connects the dots on them dotted lines/
I can get signed if I sign right here/
Right here? Yeah/
Nah took my career and hang glided of the side of a mountain mounted to nothin'/
Accept the one that I'm trustin' not doubtin' like Thomas but clutchin'/
His promises/
Hold on what the problem is?/
You don't know what time it is hunting those shiny designer bondages/
While moms and kids still struggle in the hood/
uggling the jobs/
Poppa trying to stop smuggling the goods/
I could've still been the one trying to be persistent/
And beat the system but the Lord led me to seek His wisdom/
Was secret and hidden but now all men can see what was written/
And be forgiven and get the instructions we need for livin'/
Like that y'all...
Hook:
Verse 3: The Tonic
Now ever designer ain't a Gabanna/
And every material girl ain't a Madonna/
But if every design has a designer/
Before you start chatting on it/
Know when it comes to creation God got a patent on it/
Involuntary heart beat, automated lungs/
Thoughtless eye blinks, taste buds on the tongue/
Body's immune system fighting things that try to damage it/
Sleep, digestion, even waste management/
Who gets the credit, who takes it all/
Never big bang, never apes, never Neanderthal/
It's follish to think it's all coincidental/
I know it's touchy... I'll keep it gentle (check it)/
50... just sat in ahouse/
Without thinking disses for Jah just ran out his mouth/
Ain't it bug how Timbs are made/
That sole is a natural outgrowth from the suede/
I know it sounds crazy but/
While you were sleep a whole bottle of Remy seeped in your pores/
And ended up in your gut/
And that bling in your ice/
Is 'cause little men live on the inside and you they just shinning they lights/
If you believe this and would teach it to your sons and daughters/
Get a MRI done on your headquarters/
This little exercise, is to un'anesthetize/
And wake up man to the Glory that's forever God's/
Not to wake up and quickly fall back asleep/
But to wake up and follow Christ, like His sheep.
Cause by him and for him, things were created/
And can't be properly questioned or debated/
And it's truth to the seeking soul who can stand it/
And now understands why they exist on the planet. Like that y'all...
Hook: