B Side

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 ain't 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
 These dudes need to stop, the uprising it is so
 Unwise and there is no, one higher and oh
 His empire is so, much flyer than those
 Young guys and there clothes, cars and tires and there flows
 Are so tired you just know, they all are lying even so
 Y'all'll buy 'em I'm like yo, y'all why when there's no truth in it
 But disc jocks, these are the same dudes who's music diss God
 And even so you spin it, and push ads
 And add to the bad
 You could push the good but the good doesn't bring enough cash
 It's not that the good isn't good enough
 It's just that hood is stuck
 And you get enough bucks to keep us on smash
 Nice moves, everything's astounding
 The bling and the money it got a lot of 'em killed awww!
 But Christ rules everything around me
 So scream if the money ain't got a lot of appeal y'alllll
 The love of money is the root to all evil
 Money means power, power means pleasure, pleasure that's lethal
 But nothings equal to Him, he's better for sure
 Plus at His right hand is there is pleasure forevermore
 I could say more but must I?
 I trust I got it all covered but plus I
 Got about eighteen more tracks for y'all
 Raw raps repping the LORD, all capitals
 So enough with this into, let's go
 Let's get on with it, on with the show
 Said enough with this intro, let's go
 Let's get into to it, on with the show