[Intro: Da' T.R.U.T.H.]

Music with a purpose

It ain't only art

Aye, we are just going to have fun on this one, yeah

Music for your soul

MB, MB, Mixed Bag

[Verse 1: Da' T.R.U.T.H.]

They surely only had a choice, had a voice, and the vision

Locked arms with the team that we formed--the Avengers

Building life breaking down all the walls of division

Couple dudes trying to bottom that off in the mission

I was raised in the church, but born in the trenches

Down the street from the projects, [?]

But now I'm at the office making corporate decisions

Surrounded by the best of the board of directors

Yeah, from coffee houses to corporate office

Action steps back and forth with the counter offers

Sometimes I think of where I've been and I count my losses

Then I consider where I am and know that God is awesome

Yeah, I don't deserve to be here, I'm a royal mess

But I'm dealing with a God that's a loyalist

Spoiled kid, learned to keep my feet from where the oil drips

Had to come up out of my shell like some boiled eggs

Yeah, a label birthed out of conflict

From the artist, for the artist that we're not being

All the artists that feel boxed in

Exceptional talents ought to be appointed on the top ten

Got praise, God promise, going cray with me

TJ, TC, go and praise with me

Virtue was coming back, raised with me

Tip my hat down to J.R. who came with me

This is music with a purpose, it ain't only art

Sold music for people sleeping with a lonely heart

Yeah, wifey, wifey call me Iron Man

But she know that underneath the suit, it's only Tony Stark

You know my heart, this ain't about more cash

[?] there's a couple more dollars in the forecast

Not just for me, but for the whole team

That's why we spending so much time on these floor plans

Strong infrastructure, that's the introduction

For the team, it's just the mainstream has been destructive

Started from the bottom, we ain't there yet

And we ain't popping bottles in a Learjet

If we let pride and arrogance rear its head

That'll blow up in our face like an airbag

Yeah, fresh off the bench like the sixth man

We got 'em yelling Mixed Bag

Lamp Mode, Clear Sight, Humble Beast here tonight

Reach Records, RMG, Collision on a mission, we the army

For your soul, this is for your soul

Kingdom business, Charlie, and we on a roll

Fresh off the bench like the sixth man

We got 'em yelling Mixed Bag