We spit the real/ and it's fact/ not fiction/ and it's ill/ this wax I'm itching to scratch and mix in to
The format is the Christian/ life so where's the door mat/ with the welcome'/ I'm not stopping til I hear Him say 'well done'/ they know not the waters I draw my well from/ my well sprung but I held my tongue til it burst/ drenchin' you not just quenchin' your thirst/ now you're swimming in it/ and in a minute it'll diminish your mission and move God's position to the forefront/ this is for all my appalled by evil with hearts that beat for what the Lord wants/ you can call this Christian rap/ oh, what'/ You aint know Christians rap' I'm strapped with analogies of faith/ waving God's aroma so your soul can see how good He tastes/ I'm starving for Him/ you are too/ you're probably wonderin'/ 'who are you''/ maybe I'm the last of dying breed/ like a dying steed running his last lap with blinding speed/ or maybe I'm stock from a new breed/ crops from a new seed growing in the soil of earth/ if so/ give props for the new me/ God's doing a new thing/ I'm a product of His toil and work/ He's the/ Master Craftsman/ He crafts men after the fashion of the last Adam/ not the first/ the first was cursed/ we all take after the first one from birth/ that's why we must be born again/ otherwise/ it can never be on again/ So/ if you dare to listen/ warning/ you will hear content that is very Christian/ warning/ this album is just the B side/ I gotta say for side A you really need to see me live/ at least I pray that's how it is/ that the real Phanatik LP would be everyday just the way I live/