| I appreciate the love when I rock the stage
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| But I don’t do this for props and things
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| I’m nothing at all, it’s Christ inside that
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| Got me spitting on the mic tonight
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| I appreciate the love when I rock the stage
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| But I don’t do this for props and things
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| I’m nothing at all, it’s Christ inside that
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| Got me spitting on the mic tonight
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| Ayo, I’ll probably never be the type to spend two bucks on Von Dutch
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| But I wanna touch hearts to help the man up scene
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| I come to do what the Lord say
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| Got my lifestyle flipped to fit His forte
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| I’m up early, like moms and grits
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| Getting fed, daily bread, till my mind is Script
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| And my rhymes' intent
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| Is the point straight at the cross
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| Without using clever lines and hints
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| I know you’d probably be impressed if I cleverly used my melodies
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| To share Christ without using His name heavily
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| But I’d rather be
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| Saying His name so much, you could never get me confused or discredit me
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| Cause I don’t wanna do this, I used to be a Judas
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| It’s only Christ in me that got me tryin' to make it through this
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| I’m giving up time, giving a rhyme
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| Cause it ain’t about me getting mine
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| Dawg, I’m nothing
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| I appreciate the love when I rock the stage
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| But I don’t do this for props and things
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| I’m nothing at all, it’s Christ inside that
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| Got me spitting on the mic tonight
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| I appreciate the love when I rock the stage
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| But I don’t do this for props and things
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| I’m nothing at all, it’s Christ inside that
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| Got me spitting on the mic tonight
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| Ain’t nothing sweet about me, dawg, but Christ within
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| Prior to that, your boy lived a life of sin
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| If you catch me giving up money, so folks can eat
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| It’s really God working through me, dawg, I’m not that sweet
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| And it ain’t a bone in my body that’s naturally good
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| And, without the fruit of the Spirit, I’m actually hood
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| Basically, it ain’t nothing great in me
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| But graciously, my God likes replacing me
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| With His own, characteristics, traits and things
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| The wages earned from sin, He erased them things
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| And gave me a new family tree
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| Now the Creator of creation Himself, related to me
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| So, if it seem like I shine bright in the limelight
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| Or I might think I’m tight man, it’s a lie right
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| I’m gritty like J-Silas, guess my worth
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| Man without Christ Jesus, I’m less than dirt
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| I’m nothing
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| I appreciate the love when I rock the stage
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| But I don’t do this for props and things
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| I’m nothing at all, it’s Christ inside that
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| Got me spitting on the mic tonight
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| I appreciate the love when I rock the stage
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| But I don’t do this for props and things
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| I’m nothing at all, it’s Christ inside that
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| Got me spitting on the mic tonight
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| Cats say they’re gonna change the game
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| This is Christian rap
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| Why are they barely using the Savior’s name?
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| Got flows, saying they rhyme is tight
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| Christ gave us breath to spit
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| God gave us the mind to write
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| We don’t deserve to shine
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| Nah, we’re just clay
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| I came to lift up Christ, and not what’s my name?
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| When I drop this, flow might sound ridiculous
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| With Christ smack dab in the middle, so conspicuous, homie
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| Clever wordplay is not what the Word say
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| Christ and Him crucified, all day, e’ry day
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| But have it your way and blab your name
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| In Christ’s eyes, you just trying to grab the fame
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| It’s nothing but sound bites, nothing but loud pipes
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| Speaking in vain main, we’re nothing without Christ
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| We should use our last breath to rep for King Jesus
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| You shouldn’t have to know our name after we leave ya
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| I appreciate the love when I rock the stage
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| But I don’t do this for props and things
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| I’m nothing at all, it’s Christ inside that
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| Got me spitting on the mic tonight
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| I appreciate the love when I rock the stage
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| But I don’t do this for props and things
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| I’m nothing at all, it’s Christ inside that
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| Got me spitting on the mic tonight |