Released on April 28, 1997

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The concoction, stir it up

The Ambassador, the Phanatik, the Gift

Heaven's Mentality

So all those who believe what they believe

Come put it on the table

Don't be scared

Let's test it

Very superstitious and everybody wants three wishes

From a genie or a religious eeny, meeny, miny, moe, pick a psychic flow

You say they're on point coz they told you 'bout your big toe

You say how would they know I had a bunion?

Told you to take coins and stuff 'em in an onion

Then put 'em in a shoe box up in the attic

But make sure that the floor is quadratic

Man I had it clear up to my brain cabinet

You better beware of this witchcraft habit

Can this carry you across sin's chasm?

Well if not then it's all just a phantasm

Leading you into a very real fantasia

Razor tongues cut deep but you can't feel it coz you numb

Man even those in the fam looking for more than the words of the Son

Tryna have fun saying, God told me this, the Lord told me that

But if it ain't confirmed in the Word, it ain't fact

But some still continue and I think it's sick

Coz back in the day they would've had to catch a brick

If it's blessed, then come manifest it

Bring it down, let's test it

If it's blessed, then come manifest it

Bring it down, let's test it

Coz this is only a test, it's only a test

But if you're gonna bring it, then you better bring your best

Coz anything less might burn in the fire

Come, come, let's test it

Come grab your test paper from the teacher, slash preacher wiithout the collar

Not scheming dollars and won't even scream and holler less the track's on

But even when I'm subtle, you'll still get your bubble blown

If you're out to rebuttal known facts about Messiah

Invite me to your huddle zone, even to your cypha

Come let us reason

If there's a God, let's figure out how to please Him

And if He's dead, we'll go ahead like we don't need Him

It sounds strange but tell me who do you believe in?

See since we got our pardon from the Garden of Eden

And pulled a treason, there's been some confusion

About who's really real and who's the illusion?

Is this thing based on skin pigmentation?

Is God just a figment of our imagination?

Coz we can't trace Him, is it the other way around?

Is man the figment, do we even weigh a pound?

Do we hold weight as we rotate on our axis?

Who's world is this, I've been dying to ask this

We can't help what we are

Can't change our future by clicking heels or wishing on lucky stars

We need a change but whose got the method?

You think you do, put it on the table, we'll test it

You can test ours, matter fact we suggest it

You won't be let down by the King, Mr. Majestic

The Son of God, one of a wide selection

But who else has a check in the column for resurrection?

If it's blessed, then come manifest it

Bring it down, let's test it

If it's blessed, then come manifest it

Bring it down, let's test it

We're informed that when a phat track's on

Crews and packs form and swarm

To hear the next man get his rap on

Leaving God out, that's norm but that's gone

Coz we step down to give Jesus the platform

We put Him back on the map, long live this

Triune Squad, the real God not the Wizard of Oz Nah the real God with total mastery

With the capacity to speak a decree and it has to be

As for me, I'm loving this, truth and ruggedness

We sing to the King of the Theocratic Government

We're brothers-sent, never hesitant to represent heaven

The fly way, Yahweh's resident

The opinions don't vary

In heaven it's all about the slain Lamb not the tooth fairy

Santa Claus, mother nature, rabbit paws

Father time, luck, the man upstairs, that all had to fall

We exalt the Savior, Mr. Fix-It

The Living Water with more flavor than Mystic

I know statistics don't create optimistic odds for God

But He won't fade, He's not lipstick

It's prime time for divine glory to shine

He says, victory is mine

Man's wise, but only in another man's eyes

The God-man lies and waits for a man when a man dies

And that's a fact coming at you, don't let death catch you

Christ died, you no longer have to

My suggestion is there be no more fessin' or guessin'

Bring it to the front for the testing