[Scratches]

"You better put that work in"

[Verse 1]

It's an inevitable challenge to maintain the balance of life

Don't ever say it didn't come with a price

He paid it all

At the mountain of skull

Humiliated and hated like He invaded the law

That He created and translated for prophets to call Him out

Repent, with every sin we fall

Back to the third chap of life with the snake and the wife

And we play the blame game in the heist

I'm on that spit 'til I fall out like I don't need to breathe

This a paralytic truth that make me super like the Reeves

On my knees when I plead to the King with the keys

Who could speak to the seas and make the waves freeze

I'm going off like the 9 zeros

The only difference, I ain't repping all the false heroes

De Niros, good fellas and bad boys

And dudes that sign rocks that are hollow

Lyrically it's a hard act to follow

But I'mma cross over the rock and smack Apollo

Mallo, that's what they call me in my native tongue

Mos def, yeah, this is why I never made it young

'Cause I don't fold to that common crease

I'm in a cave with a bat while they robbing beats

Spitting lies while the Lord backpacks the team

Back packs on the map but they rap for green

And the swiper gon' swipe cause it's all a dream

They weightless on the mic, call 'em all a feen

I'm out of the dark where the bites measure the bark

Heavy metal with the bars, you could measure the spark

There's a level to the scars and I see 'em as art

As I restart, yo, I'm just trying to be a part

Of a revolutionary voice making a mark

With the music, it ain't for everyone that pursues it

I use it for Him don't you ever confuse it

I'll lose it before I ever think to misuse it

And partner with a zombie that's tryna abuse it

I walk with the living, who you think I crews with?

The fuse lit, and I'mma light a flame on 'em

They really only using His name to run game on 'em

Shame on 'em cause His image remains on 'em

But they stay swerving, switching lanes on 'em

And the mirror kinda showing me a similar image

Of a sinner, a qualified slum in the village

So tainted, wish I could've flowed over Dillas

But this here's been waiting around for one of the realest

To proclaim Jesus, the One that could heal us

And I ain't never scared, what they gon' do, kill us?

And reveal us as fellas obedient to what He tell us

In His word to be a living sacrifice of worship

He killed the sin I was cursed with

He flatlined for mine and reversed it

I rep the One that took my chains and gave my wrist back

Yeah I'm a Christian and all of this is His rap

For sure it's tempting to rep myself

But I could never trade Him for cash and hang wit the twelve

How can I love money if I can't buy myself

I'm a slave to the Master and nobody else

I'm just His hype man, I'm really pushing for stealth

To be unseen, the gangrene's bad for the health

I been GOM, I would never dime for the wealth

And I don't need to sign, put me in the yard, I'll elf

An unknown gnome with my dome pointed home

Let the phone ring, Tone

This Jonez is in the zone, I'm gone

But it's cool cause I'm never alone

I'm unashamed, never worried if my cover is blown

I'm grown, and I eat meat daily

Maturing in the faith so my past gets Staley

Duce, but I rep Lanc city, not Philly

Though the blood of Christ got me on that brotherly love

And that's above any concept you have of the Word

It's measured by the God above, the Father, Son, and the 3rd

He be the heart regenerator when the truth is heard

And no, He don't got you shaking, homie, that's absurd

He the Ghost, the Holy One that points to the Son

God incarnate, and still you blaspheme, gosh darnit

'Cause they don't see the rain so the ark's unwanted

They saying I'm a looney while they dap 5 on it

But leaning to the side will make it capsize, won't it

So I'm staying Christ-centered with the flow, I’ll own it

[Scratches]

"You better put that work in"