[muzeOne]

Metallic metaphors locking down once open doors

Vain repetition echoing off of empty corridors

Dirty floors, dingy and dusty, air stale and musty

Rugged as Rugby, yo kid, for real this place is ugly

Curiosity drug me deeper in this heartless darkness

Mind racing, wondering who on earth could be a part of this?

The architect of destruction must have been a human hand

What foolish plans, who on earth would build their house on fluid sand?

Ran through it and found a cage with a man chained to the back wall

Came closer, saw his face, I almost had a heart attack y'all

Stepped back, stalled in awe of this sight before my face

It was Christ bound up, mouth strapped, closed with duct tape

Is this a mistake, a bad joke, if it is, I ain't laughing

Thoughts and actions blasting out the lot to ask what happened

Rapidly unchained my Savior, took the tape up off His mouth

Asked Him, Lord what happened, yo I can't figure this out

He explained to me the pain which He endured ever so patiently

Faithfully facing His death in order to get this wretched building

Finally after His own spirit was let go

He snatched the key from the owner after three days in escrow

The transaction was sealed by the mark of the Holy Ghost

Stuff was cool until destruction decided to boast

Lies and greed decided to hide the Seed

They bum-rushed violently 'til pride of life uptaked the title deed

Feeding the flesh, leaving the temple looking scary B

New tenant, heresy, landlord is popularity

The Lord spoke of His grand design He had in mind

His plan was kind but the building stands blind

To the simple fact that these other towers are crumbling

Who need the grand Architect and now I'm left wondering

One question burned, Lord what place could this be?

He said, sadly the heart of most so-called Christian emcees

[Timothy Brindle]

As Muze was saying

You ain't conveying the truth

Or displaying your fruit when your music's playing

Who's obeying?

If we're created to worship Christ

How come you never stated His purchase price?

Rearrange your steez and change your thesis

Some Christian emcees seem ashamed of Jesus

But when you do talk principles and try to drop syllables

About God they're not biblical

If you saints are Christian and you're chosen and saved

Why ain't you spitting about how He rose from the grave?

On your tape it's sublime

If you're basing your rhyme on anything but His grace, you're wasting time

How could you not represent what God heaven-sent?

Just to cop props, man stop and repent

Don't lose your crown just to prove you're down

It's sin or righteousness, there's no neutral ground

Claim we repping Christ just to sell records B

Nah we preach coz souls face hell's treachery

You see the comparison, man people are perishing

In your rhymes, is the word Jesus embarrassing?

I'd rather have no fans and spit the gospel bro

Than rap dope jams just to get popular

Why ignore His Honor?

Deny Christ before men and get denied before the Father

We worship fervently

Might as well get used to praising Him now, we'll be worshiping for eternity

Running your traps, the rhymes you dealt are selfish

And some of you cats are kind of health and wealthish

Not to send this hostile

But a lot of these gospel rappers don't present the gospel

So Timothy and Muze came to bring you the news

We minister to simply lift the King of the Jews

[Shai Linne]

Like Timothy was spitting

Speak what's true, no beef with you

What's offending me is your writtens

Let's reason together brethren

If your profession of faith is real that means you're going to heaven

By grace through faith in Christ we're eternal lifers

Forever we'll be partaking in heavenly cyphas

But if I pass the mic to angelic beings

Would they flip silly schemes about how they had the illest wings?

Or would they say how they used those wings

To cover their feet and eyes in the presence of Jehovah El Shaddai?

I should clarify lest I be misunderstood

Make sure you're not so earthly minded that you're no heavenly good

You say you witness with your lips, we witness with our life for Christ

It's not either or, it's both and to be precise

Lips without life makes you a hypocrite

Life without lips a moralist

Either way the Lord is dissed

And I hear the chorus line you and your supporters chime

Forget boring rhymes, saying Jesus' name forty times

Dawg if you said it forty million times

That wouldn't be enough to praise the God

Who took you out your filth and slime

We spit our King's message of reconciliation

You spit your message of skills and affiliation

Who's your king?

You choose to sing about your clout in beats

But out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks

That's right, you're not a gospel emcee, you're a Christian who raps

Word, here's something you can listen to black

We're smashing all notions of rap and promotion through bragging and boasting

Coz cats should know that provokes His wrath and explosion

My avid devotion, passion and emotion for my Master Jehovah

Who fashioned the oceans, got my flags in the open