Kick The Truth
[Verse 1: Evangel]
Jesus is the only way heads can pray to the Father
Learn about Him and not Jabez
Our sights concerned with people who like to burn with evil
Take His Name in vain like a hypodermic needle
Our concern is the afterlife
So like Jesus tomb clothes I’m just rapping Christ
He loosed my sin shackles
Now I spit Christ like tobacco, divine in a flesh tabernacle
God’s way is elusive
Christ said He’s the way and the truth kid and made it exclusive
There’s no code to crack like the Liberty Bell
Plain, accept Christ or you’re living in hell
Jesus-men don’t want to respect
Call Him--He saves like 1-800-collect
Will god find us at fault
Well just look back at your life like Lot’s wife minus the salt
God’s goal is perfect Ill give you a tip
See we all fall short like midgets that trip
To the kingdom you’re an outsider
With hatred that burns for Christ like a wildfire in Al Qaeda
And you don’t even know what His majesty’s like
‘Cause you only turn to God when tragedy strikes
And not persevere that’s the true sign of brethren
‘Cause everybody’s finding heaven after 9-11
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Kick the truth

[Verse 2: Apologist]
Cats always ask why I rap for Christ
I’m just say the same thing—I’m His acolyte
He saved me from the flames of the afterlife
On the cross paid the debt by His sacrifice
Now I’m back in this life and I’m acting right
By the Spirit of God I can grab the mic
Spread the Word of the Lord like a parasite
To a modern day nation of Canaanites
You try to say in this world there’s no absolutes
I just open up the Bible and I spit the truth
I hit them off with a verse to touch the heart
After the fall, man was cursed to love the dark
He became a slave, to sin depraved
So by the works of the flesh no one can be saved
But praise God who came to dwell with us
Emmanuel in His presence hell is crushed!

[Hook]
Kick the truth

[Verse 3: Q-D.O.G.]
Lord, through Your divine help me reveal them Your mind
‘Cause I’m fearing that these folks ain’t feeling your line
Or fearing the time of Your coming
When time comes to the roadblock, they’ll be shorter than Arnold Drummond
But if you’re too young to understand that metaphor
Understand the God-man plans to come settle the score
You need to be spiritually poor, humble yourself in front of the door
Stop, put your gun on the floor
And all of your vices, no matter where your life is
Christ is the Truth, the Life and Way out your crisis
But the price is your life kid, yo, you must surrender it
Repent, turn from sin and let Him enter in
The promise in His Word—joy unspeakable
Not even preachable, ‘cause no eye has seen, no ear has heard
What He has in store for those He loves
Whom He purchased with His precious blood!
[Hook]
Kick the truth