Hook:
Steve: Yo he's the S H the A I, the L I double N E
Phanatik: Rep' the Son of Man who gave his life as a ransom for many
Shai: Yo he's the P H the A N A the T the I the K
Steve: spittin' the Word with the purpose of puttin' Christ on display
Phanatik: Yo it's the S T, the E the EP, the E the N
Shai: Tellin' people they need to repent before they see the end
All: So microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2
Yo Steve- It's on you

Verse 1: (Stephen the Levite)

Shai, Phanatik and I emphatically try
To battle these lies, with strategy wise- insanity (why')
Our family ties in Adam preside, our vanity thrives, humanity dies
It's sad to see lives are twisted, iniquity got 'em like licorice
Kids are wicked, they get lifted and split wigs
Illegal business to get rich quick and hit chicks
It's like a sickness- Can this kid get a witness'
Yo it's amazing, how Jesus Christ died to save 'em
But they don't praise Him, they'd rather be stuck in the same sin
I'm talkin' aged men, hangin' around wit' the same friends
Ain't nothing changed since they left high school and became 'men'
They still children, seeking for stuff to fulfill them
They're only building with legos, floor to ceilin'
It's gon' be ill when they see there's no place to chill when
God's revealing their true ID like Rumpelstilt-skin
That's why we warning 'em, saying they need to be born again
'Cause they'll be torching 'em if they don't repent before the end
Eternal tormenting or the Eternal Lord and His kin
Riding on horses and destroying the dark forces of men
The choice is yours friend, but if you ask me it's obvious
He's God in the flesh, nobody can stop Him- not even death
You gotta accept it's not a perspective- it's objective
He died and rose again so you can live when He stops your breath, kid

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Verse 2: (Phanatik)

They wanted to get deep, they wanted to get street, so
If you're wondering if you should run and go get peeps, well
I'll probably stay here and I'll probably change gears
And shift from 5th down to 2nd just so my message stays clear
I don't rep the streets; I represent the God of heaven
The God you prayed to on 9/11
I'm not a reverend but I got a lot of reverence
For the Most High and close by is not a weapon
My protection is not in a nine or a tech, then
What on earth am I trusting in to be safe'
I'm trusting in the God who claims to give life past the grave
Close range shots, but it's like I only got grazed
I got faith so I'll live again- death does not faze
You're in a maze because His grace is amazing
Praise Him- He saves men from the fires of hell that are raging
Cajun cages for all who are raging
Against the machine of the Supreme Being's Agent
That brings salvation that can redeem our nation
That can be seen now while gazing at the cross while He's waiting
Oh! Wow, He's patient Oh! How he saves men
So how do we thank Him who gave us this skill'
Yo, I'll praise Him- No doubt He's blazing
You don't bow today' Then later you will
And that's real- you can say what you feel

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Verse 3: (shai linne)

He gave His life as a ransom, I'm hyped and I'm dancing
When reciting my anthems of Christ, the Righteous Lamb who lights my lantern
Who else but the Lord of the nations
Can hype a heathen drunkard to write without even one word of self-glorification'
My feeble words- inadequate indeed to describe the Immaculate Seed
Destined to do miraculous deeds
At the age of twelve, he had the old heads amazed at His insights
Obeyed His parents, even though He created their wind pipes
A true Anomaly- and who can ponder the
Servant fighting the serpent in the desert with verses from Deuteronomy
Satan threw every obstacle at Him, but couldn't fathom
The brilliant stratagems of the eschatological Adam
The uniqueness of His meekness is too deep to speak
And if you think meekness is weakness, try being meek for a week
Perfect humanity- yet bubbling with divinity
Fulfilling the eternal covenant within the Trinity
Excruciating suffering, infinite agony
Divine abandonment for the Inventor of gravity
No sin in His Majesty, He was a substitute
The fruit of His love was enough to scoop sin up from the root
The third day rose victorious- meaning history is
A play that God's directing to make Jesus look glorious
We spit holy speech over beats to turn up the temperature
And no retreat though we seek the return of the Emperor!

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