Lyrics for Track 1 of Bless Da Flow LP Chorus: If I should die before I wake/ I pray the Lord my soul to take/ :repeat 3 x's 1st verse: If i should die before I wake/ I pray the Lord my soul to take/ Until he send me through them golden gates/ I ride on that sword of Christ, chopping blades/ Coastin like a roller skate/ The Father rules in Heaven, no debate/ Gave man dominion of this whole terrain/ Earth is like my own estate/ I ride in authority that motorcade/ My soul won't break/ The Lord hold me down much better that Secret Service could coordinate/ And I don't roll wit fakes/ Who only want that dough and cake/ If I see they bout to die/ Then i pull em to the side/ I pull em close and show em faith/ Compassion is the only way/ I find the ones who've rode astray/ And point em to that Holy Lane/ I don't want ya soul goin to waste/ And that burden heavy on me but I shoulder the weight/ Long as I got the Lord as my strength/ Then under my skin is adamantium, bones regenerate/ Dredlock, Sampson, jaw bone to the face/ Metaphor for the praise/ I say the Lord name/ Bible code get a taste of the ancient of days/ And watch them demons float away/ Bridge: Im just trying to be a blessing thats my only message/ I pray the choice of my words turn this earth into heaven/ Im just trying to be a blessing, heed the message/ Just trying to turn this earth into heaven, this is heaven Chorus: 2nd verse: I just wanna testify about the Lord's forgiveness/ I'm a witness/ Too many kids went missing/ Sold out to the business/ Some by they free will, see em pitching'/ While some got blind-sided, caught em slipping'/ Human traffic, highest biddin'/ Momma's in the kitchen/ But she ain't cooking dinner/ She cookin' pies naked in the winter/ Baby Daddy's a winner/ Yeah all we do is win/ We satisfied by all this sin/ But our children paying, in the end/ Chorus: 3rd verse; My main intention is to save the babies/ Too many 9 year olds twerkin like they grown ladies/ I pass em in the street and watch em drop it to the pavement/ I hurt my soul inside, I wanna lead em to the Saviour/ Look at the lil' playa, thuggin' wit all his goons/ They rallied round the car, hear em barkin' at the moon/ You don't wanna see em at high noon/ But they aint shootin for the stars Lord save em soon/

Lyrics For Bless Da Flow Chorus: I prayed to God like would you bless da flow/ He said I blessed it b'for ya butt was born/ Well if you blessed it what am I waiting for/ He said I thought the same thing, boy its time you let the people know/ Lord I need you to bless da flow/ I know I know its gone save a soul/ Lord I need you to bless da flow/ Bless Da Flow/ Verse 1: Mercy and grace, bless da flow/ Destroy my obstacles, clear my opticals/ and level that road/ Before I spit that salt of life, I was eatin a sea of them dead scrolls/ Digest that mind of Christ, that's what I like, I go Hannibal/ These scriptures sit in my soul/ Like vegetables, they nutritional/ Regurgitate as fruit, throw it up and make a mess on the floor/ And feed these intellectuals/ No, no , no, I don't want no respect for this prophetic flow/ Only my God could gimme this talent, so only to God my credit gone go/ I pick up my two feet, and walk the path that he set before/ He turned my life around, I'm a reciprocal/ Hoodlum to a king He'll crown ya head wit gold/ My tongue is a red carpet to the throne, boy let it roll/ This that shut ya mouth, kill that noise, rest ya throat/ Stand at attention and set ya post/ Im here to bring you the presence of a General/ Y'all too busy worried about who gone be the next to blow/ The best the G.O.A.T. man lets invest in the Lord/ Lose ya cool, heads gone rolls/ Respect the mantle boy bless dat cloak/ Chorus: Verse 2: Im tryin to drive this in ya brain, God set the goals/ I gotta special flow/ Its so, so technical/ Trail blazin' where my legs'll stroll/ Allow me to welcome y'all to the Clyde Drexler show/ Church keep it poppin like its Pepsico/ No poppin' bottles, just holy water, no sour diesel no Texaco/ And it aint hard to follow, its like a lightning bolt/ Turn em on illumination of the HOLY GHOST/ That Tesla flow/ I go electrical/ My tongues is the plug, my mouth is the receptacle/ Couple volts to the neck and throat/ Feel the amperage burn, touch ya heart, where ya spirit gone go/ Born again ya flesh gone roast/ I close my eyes, zone out Katy Perry flow/ My souls outta this world, Im extraterrestrial/ I prayed to God, He touched my heart like a stethoscope/ And I'll be light in a dark place, a fluorescent bulb/ I feel like the last dragon, come and catch the GLOW/ Star wars music, this that Jedi flow/ My vocals chords be the light saber bless da throat/ I tell ya who I'm reppin for but you already know/ Chorus: I'm such a wretch, what you think I repented for/ We sacrificed a bull/oxen upon that altar and slit his neck and throat/ I sprinkled the blood on my body and anointed my head wit oils/ I'm covered in red, head to toe/ Now, now what is the Darick Rose/ This that clean music/ I don't pollute the air waves I'm more like a breath of soap/ Now, inhale the chemicals/ I sterilized my vocals up on a bed of them coals/ Dylan, Yoga Flame, never test the throat/ It's fire whenever my pencil flow/ Burn marks on the page, Im leaving a stencil for em/ So you could trace my verb-age back up to Heavens source/ God is my Ghost writer, Im just the message boy/ In the blink of an eye, this life gone come and go/ Hurry up and hit that narrow path, boy pedal to flow/ Life is a race, this that Tom Petty flow/ Gone in 60 second, Nick Cage Shelby Flow

Kindom Barz Lyrics from Bless Da Flow LP Chorus: Im good if I can give you these bars/ No I don't need much more/ All i need is the Kingdom Barz/ Kingdom Barz: repeat 2x's/ No I aint really worried bout cash/ We all know it won't last/ You can eat on the Kingdom Barz/ Kingdom Barz: repeat 2x's? Verse 1: This aint a new movement/ This that written in stone wit no tools music/ This that if God say it then you do it music/ This for the soldiers in the trenches, interceding, warfare, call it troop music/ This for the liars, we givin y'all the truth music/ This for the starving, bite that bread of life consume it music/ Basic training for ya camp, strap ya boots music/ This that ax at the root music/ God please uplift the heathens from the booth music/ They pollutin the air, call it PePe Le Pew music/ This sweet aroma, from the alter to the pew music/ Sin prunin, seekin diligence and prudence music/ Father, Son, Spirit, Three Kings, George Clooney music/ Three parts One God, yeah I know sometimes it feel like rubix music/ Not unless ya intimate that why i Keep It Simple Stupid/ I praise Him wit Kingdom Barz, I'm just thankful He gave me the faith and the heart to do it/ Chorus: Verse 2: I wouldn't lie to yall/ Ya need to keep that phone open for that dire call/ This an emergency, God extended that whitened cloth/ I'll throw you on the stretcher before you dyin of/ And feel pain you can't fix wit a Tylenol/ No midol, blood flow like a river/ We on that straight and narrow, grab ya bow grab ya quiver/ I send a message on a kite, this letter delivers/ A second chance at life, like I donated a liver/ My God an organ donor, He givin you a heart/ He givin you a brain, new breath and a fresh start/ Now go back to ya mark like they accidentally shot/ That gun early, Man started life wrong, false start/ Satan like Paul Blart/ a joke and a posier/ I'll show you his true colors, yeah the scriptures will expose ya/ Darkness recedes when hit wit any light/ That's why you see them heathens running when I step up to that mic/ Chorus: Verse 3: These bars and chords anatomically strong they can't split/ They meant to pick ya up, remind you of a crane lift/ Scriptures indestructible, aim this weapon at the devil, go karate kid crane kick/ I'm on my job fishing rod strapped to my arms/ Pfisha man I fish for men, without the caviar/ All credit to the king, no master card/ Saved me made me Spiritman roam the earth in my avatar/

On My Job Lyrics from Bless Da Flow LP Intro: Everybody wanna be the man/ They chase that Never, NeverLand green Peter Pan/ (repeat) Everybody wanna be a boss/ But the don't really, really know what it really cost/ (repeat) Chorus: Everybody claim they a boss, all I see/ Bandwagons full of fake phony frauds, they aint kings/ Unless they submit they power unto God, all they'll be/ Straight lost, so my G, this a call for they sheep/ Too hard for the church, too soft for the streets/ Still Im walkin in my purpose being all I can be/ They calling this rap music, these are Psalms that I sing/ This my heart, yeah I mean it, On My Job, for the King Verse 1: What up fam I go by Mehlek/ the only thing you need to know about me/ is my name, and my flaws, and my cause, Son of God, he was spawned from a seed/ and that seed, was nailed to a tree he/ cleans all my deeds, drink what he bleeds/ mouth full of blood, soul full of heat/ I'm on fire you can feel it in my speech/ flame burning in my eyes I represent Him when I walk, talk, even when I breathe/ I do it cause a spear split His spleen/ and I believe so that means I'm redeemed/ can't pay Him back, owe Him everything/ I just want yall to see what I seen/ when I was locked in a cage, den full of demons/ but its hard to fight back when that demon was me/ but then He opened my eyes, gave me optics to see/ prostitutin my soul, we cuttin under the sheets/ I aint know I was getting busy with Orks and Banshees/ chasin money, women, and homegrown, that lime green/ I turned my back on the world and divorced the enemy/ but don't get it twisted when I say he's under me/ I reject the tongue of the devil, I don't speak what he speaks/ and I only call his name when I'm telling him to flee/ but my God is stronger than concrete/ inbread in my jeans/ the Bread of Life cleans/ sun appears moon fades disappeared the liking/ the wolf went away I re-appeared as white sheep/ no more chasing the bread, I just live for my king/ He gave man dominion so my name is what I be/ in Hebrew call me King, Mehlek/ only when I submitted authority to that Holy Chief/ Chorus: Verse 2: They call me Pfisha man/ it's more than a name that be my job, I reel em in/ and I'm hated by many, shots fired but I still got love for many men/ too hard for the church, too soft for the streets, but the spirit sealed with in/ my only job on earth make Christian men/ I'll show you the ropes, how to suppress that inner man/ can't hear the Lord calling well its something blocking your signal, man/ ya epidermis, is but Romans show you how to shed that vermin skin whole/ like them Aztecs and them Incans did/ I'm coming from left field, y'all aiming for first base/ but if you aint married you shouldn't be kissing that broad in the first place/ but I'm getting ahead of myself, only place that you should focus is Christ/ and then over time he'll show you the stumbling blocks, and the traps, and the vice/ Man I aint the acting type, baby boy all I do is keep it real/ No facade, I'll show you my sin inside so that y'all can feel/ and see that we are all brethren/ we all one in the same/ forget that world the respect, without Christ love, we all week and lame/ Chorus: Verse 3: I rep the Lord hard, call me bible thumper/ you aint gone to phase me dog/ nothin take me asunder/ I'm stuck on my God, I'm only trying to please him/ never part from his ways, it's like we Siamese twins/ these aint just lines I'm saying/ me and the Holy Spirit fuse like we super Sayians/ find me where the sheep are grazing/ I was lost like I was on an island puffin that black smoke/ stuck in that time warp, trying to find my own way, a joke/ I'm trying to pull you from these wretched seas/ thinking you safe boy, but you inches from being attacked from where them piranhas feed/ and you in the danger zone/ man what is you waiting for/ you see this picture man, there's one reason I paint it for/ so you can repent from sin, stop acting retarded/ God'll equip you for battle, we like a gang of Spartans/ swords and armor sparkling/ protesting sin like we are walking torches/ the Spirit ignite us and make us flame retardant/

Yeaint Bout That Life Lyrics from Bless Da Flow LP Chorus: Yeaint bout that life: repeat/ Yeaint bout it, yeaint trying to be about that life/ Yeaint tryin to be about that when ya soul fly/ Hardbody, but that judgment make that soul cry/ Yeaint bout that life: repeat/ Yeaint bout it, I aint trying to be about that life/ I aint tryin to be about that when my soul fly/ Hardbody, but that judgment make that soul cry/ Verse1: Maserati's/ Jars of chronic/ lodi dodi/ like to party/ caught a body/ caught him in the lobby/ of course his gun with polished/ two in his knogen his body went flying'/ its rocks in his pocket, rocks in his socks, and its rocks on his wrist/ its a chick on his arm, its a chick in the car, and the chick at the crib/ he's thinking he harmless, probably because of the vest/ but its another dimension of war for ya soul, so be warned before you lose your breath/ these made man keep thinking that they untouchable/ just cause they survived the gunfire from a slug or two/ but it's going to be bad business when that shovel crew/ dumps you in the box because the Father's had enough of you/ you don't want to see His mercy fade/ they life seem good, right now aint no cloudy days/ but people good and bad are blessed by his precious rain/ I'm just saying, seek His face/ before he gives you a real reason to curse His name/ Verse 2: They life look flashy, the camera's flashing, media watching em/ they hood rich, good looking chicks be all up on them/ they got 99 problems/ y'all jealous of all 'em/ all they care about is ballin'/ they whole agenda's fallen/ yeah the riches of the life look good/ but they are not efficient, they are gone burn like wood/ and everybody want to keep it hood, keep a burner on they waist, like I wish you would/ the truth is if all you want is power and dollars/ if that's all your life is about then/ your life is mighty godless/ its time that we find that righteous, timeless, prudent King/ I stay on my Shalom, that Martin, Calvin, Luther, King/ they taunt n stunt, n flaunt they stuff they man that's so childish cuz/ Yeaint bout it, I'm like alright so now what/ what's the point of being "bout it" while I'm living/ when everything that's in it is rooted by greed and sinnin' huh/ the truth is that you can't chase God and money/ and if you love one, then you gone hate the other buddy/ Bridge: I know they life look good yeah/ Ya want it, ya want it, ya think ya should/ :repeat But just cause that thing shine, that don't make it gold/ Yeah yeah them things might shine, but that don't make em gold/ And everything thats gold, aint gone bring ya shine/ Naw i aint bout no gold, cause that don't bring no shine

Bring It Lyrics from Bless Da Flow LP Intro: I'm indestructible, bred by the Spirit, yeah I'm a Godson, a Godson/ guerrilla warfare, concrete jungle bringing that gospel, that gospel/ Verse 1: God son, son of God I'm going hard/ back on my job, with a Bible and a fishing rod/ this aint no walk in the park, I'm out to get the lost/ and this is war, that's why I got my equipment on/ Cuz I know Satan want to stop me/ but it ain't gone never shock me if his minions try to pop me/ but even if they drop me/ I'll resurrect from hell, I'm not talking zombie/ polished armor cover my body watch me/ I demonstrate the shield of faith, barrel pointed at my face/ plate on my chest, heart guarded I never break/ Im beautiful my duty's full of moving to the lost/ and my foot moving like I got wings on my shoes/ Cross by the waistline, I'm rocking the belt of the truth/ Sword swinging back and forth, Im bringing the good news, good God/ recognize I'm a warrior, I told ya boy, a soldier on the field and I'm about to set it off/ yeah I shine and glow, but God is really in control/ and this block'll be golden if I come bring it to the lost/ no apologies given if I'm offending The Lost/ get my apologetics on, I'm defending the cross/ see I'm a minister, not sinister/ I'm in it for the Winning bro/ I'm here to deliver scriptures to fill ya/ a bullet is real, but a demon is realer/ so I sink into the depths of the Father/ He protects me in this war/ Im living for the glory of the Lord/ he handling my battle when I sing on one accord, with the spirit in the sky/ that's probably why you see me with my knees on the floor, cause he is my supply/ ammunition to the barrel and the handle of my sword/ I spit about His Will to the sound of the drum/ Rum Pum Pum till the day the Lord come/ and my bodies really perfect cause I really see the Son/ Bridge: Don't get it twisted cuz I'm Christian/ the media's got us looking scared but I'm a bring it/ saved from being a misfit/ so what's my mission/ spread the good news, just praying they listening yall listening :repeat Intro: Now that I got my guard up, spirit donned in that armor/ I keep on praying, cause prayer gone keep me charged up/ and I aim to keep my squad up/ but I can't put all my faith in my partners/ I'm prepared to bring it dolo if I got to, your honor/ clean me, mold me, purge my soul, and grant me the heart of Moses/ the fighting spirit David, to find and convert these soldiers/ take control, separate 'em from chasin dough/ and just show you the best part of waking up like Folgers/ boy get up off of that sofa/ life is precious, and time is of the essence/ stop politicin' bout whether they'll accept it/ either way, we should bring 'em that message/ reflect Him put 'em on to La Familia/ carbon copy image of Christ call me chameleon/ hemophilia, keep lettin that spirit bleed on ya/ only way they'll feel the message of the Savior is if ya let that spirit fill ya up/ no lean in my cup, that boy trying to let that Kingdom Come/ Creed above, feel that love/ If not I'm vain, Lord, pull my plug/ I'm indestructible, Thors Hammer, you can't touch this/ Sword of Christ attached to that bayonet, bang the musket/ the revolutions being televised/ tell these hellish guys these symbols of Greek gods got all Hellenized/ and I don't care, label me a rappin Christian preacher/ y'all take the wage off sin too lightly, ain't no misdemeanor/ Satan played ya, picked and screened ya/ if you aint heeding to Jesus/ then he gone leave you like Cleveland seen him, Miami Heat ya/ that's why I bring that King James to the block/ see that crown and that rock/ kneel down Lancelot/ you would think they was Templar Knights on Black Friday/ executing Hells Angels and point em to heavens highway/ no, I ain't gone be the one to pull that trigger/ gotta do it yourself Tim Tool-Man Taylor/ cuz I'm responsible for bringing yall that message but the choice is solely yours, to kill your flesh if you accept it/

7 Cities Lyrics from Bless Da Flow LP Chorus: They call it seven cities/ outside I think it's pretty/ inside the hearts of men, you can see its dark and gritty/ if you ain't on defence/ you probably on the fence/ and don't realize the real affects of evil, walk it with me/ Verse 1: I was raised in Bad News, Virginia be the stomping ground/ in the wind you hear that hammer sound, them clown be clapping rounds/ seven cities all the same, now I'm out in Ham-town/ trying to keep it holy, while I bless these cursed and damned grounds/ proverbs tell it right, its 7 abominations/ seven deadly sins, and here its seven carnal nations/ its six things of the Lord hates/ and where I'm from, everyone of 'em right in your face/ if you ain't careful, the Wolves'll snatch ya up/ catch 'em young, and introduce ya to a bag of dust/ and when yoa brain ain't fried/ your mood swing out of control, until that herb pacify/ after that, every puff you, chasin that first high/ wasting time on a chase for something you'll never find/ if I knew the truth, I could have seen the warning signs/ and avoid the consequence, instead, Hell is all I'd recompense/ Chorus: Verse 2: Everybody claimin blood, everybody think they leaders/ top 40 biggest cities, we even got a sports arena/ crime rampant, from Williamsburg to P-town/ murders every other, thieves'll run off with your seeds now/ bums run the streets, gangstas run the projects/ cat kicking doors down, tryin to get another lick/ bootleggers on the corner aint uncommon/ everybody claiming they just trying to make a dollar/ baseheads talking to invisible friends/ cuz that man selling crack want the invisible ends/ I don't had folks sell out they friends/ jumped him try to tie him up, but he aint give up no names/ smoking out of paper bags, first blunt at 13/ won't old enough to buy a Philly, old enough to buy the green/ ridin round on bikes, me and yellow high as kites/ what a shame such potential, now his brain stuck in memory lane/ Chorus: Verse 3: the trailer parks a mess/ only difference is, that they skin lack the pigments/ they cuttin throats to get ahead/ in the back they gotta lab, the cooking crystal meth/ sin the same as you head over to the college preps/ they tricking out the Catholic girls, pumping em with coke and X/ death on every side, birthed most of my influences/ no surprise I was whilin' through my adolescence/ by graduation time, it's downhill for most my peers/ fast forward a couple years/ a couple cats are in the Bing/ some have disappeared, never to be seen again/ cats hustling now, even though they kept the grades up/ some got shot, while others completely gave up/ crime might pay, and it got a lot of perks/ but ya soul'll pay the price of somebody guns jerks/ not to mention number 1, avoid that bumpy road/ cuz it never adds up, when you trade for your soul

7 Cities Lyrics from Bless Da Flow LP Chorus: They call it seven cities/ outside I think it's pretty/ inside the hearts of men, you can see its dark and gritty/ if you ain't on defence/ you probably on the fence/ and don't realize the real affects of evil, walk it with me/ Verse 1: I was raised in Bad News, Virginia be the stomping ground/ in the wind you hear that hammer sound, them clown be clapping rounds/ seven cities all the same, now I'm out in Ham-town/ trying to keep it holy, while I bless these cursed and damned grounds/ proverbs tell it right, its 7 abominations/ seven deadly sins, and here its seven carnal nations/ its six things of the Lord hates/ and where I'm from, everyone of 'em right in your face/ if you ain't careful, the Wolves'll snatch ya up/ catch 'em young, and introduce ya to a bag of dust/ and when yoa brain ain't fried/ your mood swing out of control, until that herb pacify/ after that, every puff you, chasin that first high/ wasting time on a chase for something you'll never find/ if I knew the truth, I could have seen the warning signs/ and avoid the consequence, instead, Hell is all I'd recompense/ Chorus: Verse 2: Everybody claimin blood, everybody think they leaders/ top 40 biggest cities, we even got a sports arena/ crime rampant, from Williamsburg to P-town/ murders every other, thieves'll run off with your seeds now/ bums run the streets, gangstas run the projects/ cat kicking doors down, tryin to get another lick/ bootleggers on the corner aint uncommon/ everybody claiming they just trying to make a dollar/ baseheads talking to invisible friends/ cuz that man selling crack want the invisible ends/ I don't had folks sell out they friends/ jumped him try to tie him up, but he aint give up no names/ smoking out of paper bags, first blunt at 13/ won't old enough to buy a Philly, old enough to buy the green/ ridin round on bikes, me and yellow high as kites/ what a shame such potential, now his brain stuck in memory lane/ Chorus: Verse 3: the trailer parks a mess/ only difference is, that they skin lack the pigments/ they cuttin throats to get ahead/ in the back they gotta lab, the cooking crystal meth/ sin the same as you head over to the college preps/ they tricking out the Catholic girls, pumping em with coke and X/ death on every side, birthed most of my influences/ no surprise I was whilin' through my adolescence/ by graduation time, it's downhill for most my peers/ fast forward a couple years/ a couple cats are in the Bing/ some have disappeared, never to be seen again/ cats hustling now, even though they kept the grades up/ some got shot, while others completely gave up/ crime might pay, and it got a lot of perks/ but ya soul'll pay the price of somebody guns jerks/ not to mention number 1, avoid that bumpy road/ cuz it never adds up, when you trade for your soul

Where Are You Lord Lyrics from Bless Da Flow LP Verse 1: Its like her mom could never forgive her/ took her children away and left her freezing in the winter/ of course she want them back, but she can't let go of that crack/ when she finally left it alone, her whole family turn they back/ bad enough they claimin' they church folks/ stop looking for their acceptance, time to look out for your own/ trying to do the best she can, in and out of homeless shelters/ sincerely trying to change, but her environment don't help her/ she weeps, cause deep inside/ she feels like her family will never really think she's trying/ I know you sick of the pain, I know that you sick of the cryin'/ your life is on the line, I don't blame you for sipping wine/ bed bugs eating you alive/ but it's nothing compared to the stale love to she feel inside/ a man gone open up his home/ she opened up her legs/ so he beat her in the head/ and he kicked her out the door/ she just trying to praise the Lord/ only reason you a pawn ya keyboard and guitar/ till them chicks at the shelter tried to take it/ wouldn't give it up so they tried to break it ya/ you filed charges to no use/ it's like you can't escape abuse/ you went from in and out of jail to in-n-out of pews/ but redemptions in Lord, mama don't pick up at noose/ Joy's coming in the morn mama Chonne/ head up and hold on/ Chorus: when I feel like I'd rather die/ how can I hold my head up high/ when I'm all beat up/ and my feet won't budge/ how long can I keep this up/ they say that life's supposed to go on/ but how can I be strong/ when I'm bashed and bruised/ Lord I'm asking you/ where are, where are you Lord/ Verse 2: I know it's hard ever since you lost your mother boy/ I'm here for you like a brother know I love you boy/ you always try to do the right thing/ but your ways got ya facin time, in the pen, it's not the end/ it's hard raising three kids on her own/ section 8 don't seem to be enough to fill her home/ you aint the kind the Republicans riffin bout/ she working a steady job, trying to feed 3 mouths/ his daddy beat em/ 5th to the face, so a belt is how we greet him/ his mama cheatin/ broken dishes on the floor, broken lamps, broken speakers/ can recognize the mirror, bruises cover his features/ she's never been a kid/ he took her innocence snuck through her window then/ raped her up in the bed/ feel like her womb is dead/ she wanna to bust his head/ instead she'll be a lesbian/ said she's done with men/ shut down the government/ and we don't even know if we should be blaming Democrats or Republicans/ it doesn't matter when your son gets killed/ died fighting for his country and you left to foot the bill/ I know the pain is deep/ lamentations of a dying world I hear it weep/ seems like God is asleep/ but I promise you guys got something up his sleeve / redemption's found in the King/ you just gotta believe/ Chorus: Verse3: it aint where you been, its where you are going/ it's time to hold strong to your faith and gird ya loins/ my God got you at the palm of his hands/ you ain't know a fruit of the Spirit was long suffering/ what don't kill you will make you stronger/ life doin you wrong but/ sometimes we pay for sins of our fathers/ I know what's wrong but/ sometimes you can't escape the domino effect of the consequences/ I know the road looks endless/ it's full of pain tremendous/ did I forget to mention/ we have an everlasting hope/ don't get exasperated, but our mansion's pretty dope/ can't view it through a scope/ can't dream it in a dream/ treasures are more precious than you have ever seen/ and I guarantee you we gone make a scene/ when we see the scenic vision of the kingdom of the King of Kings/ you ain't got nothing more than your faith/ I aint talking religion, this a historical faith/ its not a myth, Christ really Rose out of the grave/ from the abyss, and He did it too purely through faith/ which is a gift/ so you better hold on to your faith/ giving purely through grace/ the afterlife will be a better place/ our pain is minuscule compared to the day were raised/ and we've got the perfect vision to see his face in the clearest shade

Survivor Lyrics from Bless Da Flow Verse 1: I could've been, should've been, in a cell or dead/ buck fifty to my face, but he just caught my hand/ instead of trying to be all that I can/ the military locked me up, and throw me in that middle can/ when I got out lead astray, let that metal bang/ locked up again but God gave a second chance/ I should have been a statistic, a product of my land/ but that spirit beckoned, and I choose to be a better man/ she could've been, should've been like a mama trickin'/ In N Out of foster care, or on a pole stripping'/ smokin L's, watched her mama twist 'em/ never put it to her lips, but still she burdened by the curses/ till she woke up with a hangover at 13/ 7 strokes tried to kill her brain, and take her out the scene/ never supposed to walk, talk, just drink food out a straw/ but God gave my wifey the Spirit to keep pressing on/ Chorus: yeah you might try to knock me down/ but you can't hold me, I'm standing my ground/ I kneel at the throne, yeah my eyes on that crown/ my God console me, He said don't back down/ yeah I'm a survivor/ I'm a survivor/ yeah he made me a fighter/ just get up again/ hold on to the end/ He's holding you friend/ Verse 2: He could have been like it pops, and left my mom alone/ running off to the mountains smoking O's of (Hy)dro/ ya'd boi(Yard Boy), dredlock, praisin Jah and weed/ instead he dedicated that he would be there for me/ she could have let that man who raped, her run her life/ making excuses for every failure, and every strife/ never let another man close/ but instead, she encourage him and hold her husband close/ coulda committed suicide, when they took her seeds/ baby father left her hanging in the breeze/ feeling so alone like maybe nobody needs her/ but she's moving forward in Christ/ mama Chonne letting that spirit feed her/ his face healed from the bruises/ and he realized that harboring hate only pains the hater, man its useless/ you can either make moves, or make excuses/ the truth is the road behind you don't paint your future/ Chorus: Verse 3: The enemy would love to beat you to a pulp/ fiction'll tell you Satan's just a joke/ non-fiction will show you the face of the goat/ seeks to devour everything, but the lion has choked/ only in God I'll boast/ God died rose in 3/ stole the keys/ I don't need rosaries/ hell is frozen I'm freed/ go to Romans and see/ confess where ya mouth speaks/ and believe where ya heart beats/ you'll never burn where the demons creep/ and that makes you a warrior/ God is making glorious/ in battle we are victorious through His Holy Blood/ when Satan comes to your face, call on the Lord, he's shuned/ every trial on Earth is won through His begotten Son/ now make a decision/ dedicate all your wisdom to God, you might be sinful/ but His Blood has made you sinless/ drop knees repent, and testify his forgiveness through your transparent witness

I Need You Lyrics from Bless Da Flow LP Verse1: Lord, I need you like the stars need the heavens/ if I ain't got Your a Presence, I ain't got a place to rest in/ like the planets need gravity to orbit/ if I ain't got You Tugging on my heart, I'd just be morbid/ cause I'm nothing but a wretched man/ and I can't make it into the gates without Your Holy Plan/ died on the cross and gave this world atonement for they sins/ all we gotta do is accept it, and grab to Your Hand/ You lead us like a father walkin his daughter across the street or/ you feed us like an infant, You Know we weak and feeble/ Spirit break that Bread of Life down/ and It Gives me Revelation, how to get that Holy Crown/ angels all around/ these demons might try to take me down/ but You Gone hold me down/ Kingdom biz, I'm royal now/ all dependent on that risen Christ I don't need independence/ guilty of death sinning'/ if it's left up to my living/ I would never get to heaven/ Chorus: I know I'd be nothing without Your Love/ that's why I need Your Touch/ I need Your Grace/ I need Your Mercy, It never fades/ I need You in my soul/ I need You in my heart/ cuz its Your Love that can hold me down/ a Love that can hold me down/ Your Love it holds me down/ Verse 2: Like narcoleptics need his nice dreams/ like pregnant women need pickles, ketchup, and ice cream/ You make the lights green, You Give him the signal to go/ You Give him wisdom, and steer him and down that narrow road/ but cars need the engines, engines need the oil/ fruit need the tree, tree need the soil water/ stern need the rutter, bread need the butter/ if I ain't trying to suffer, Lord I need Your Last Supper/ my soul's a stranded orphan, I need the Father/ a fish out of my element, I need that Living Water/ Breath of Life, I cannot breath without Ya Oxygen/ I'd be a slave to death if You aint Bring Abolishment/ I could go on forever, Ya Pleasure Infinite/ my heart is buried in Ya Treasure when our spirits intimate/ and best of all this kingdom kid gone get deliverance/ I'll keep praisin' till my life's through because Ya Finished it/ Chorus: Verse 3: There no joy without the pain/ no growth without the rain/ without Ya Life, this lifes vain/ can't purge myself off sin/ You Had to die and rise again/ without You, I'm nothing bad boy, no B.I.G./ and I could never grow, leaves need the twigs/ You the Branch of Life, Livin Water at the Roots/ knowledge of good and evil be our fruit/ enslaved mankind call it "Roots"/ Never Lead us to fall You Anti-Gravity/ I need You like a crown for a cavity/ cause I'm wretched inside, nothing without Your Majesty/ I'm a disease, but Your Stripes be my Remedy/ God I thank You again/ cause You Provide/ every need that I need, that's your name, El Shaddai/ I need You never I, caused everything inside/ wants the things that I can see, even though don't make me die/

Destiny Lyrics from Bless Da Flow LP: Chorus: Oooh, you're looking like the kind of girl that I could love on/ just want to hug on ya/ I can tell that you're the kind of Queen that I can lean on/ just wanna fiend on girl/ Oooh you're seeming like the kind of lady to depend on/ I spend my ends on ya/ call me crazy, I know it was meant to be/ but baby, you know you're my destiny/ Verse1: Lady Luck/ she drives me crazy nuts/ no makeup, she still looks like a million bucks/ she keep her soul clean, enjoys that simple life/ don't chase designer clothes, and that gold diggin type/ she don't even read a cosmopolitan/ every blue moon, might sip a cosmopolitan/ she just want a man to treat her right/ aint clubbing with the fellas, no sleepless last nights/ dime piece, God I've got to Wife her/ she don't cheat, Old Faithful, call her my geyser/ gotta Burnin' Desire/ love her Passionate Fire/ she keeps my head runnin' 'round like Cadillac tires/ now shorty give your left hand to me/ you make a brother wanna start a family/ let's make it official, live out our fantasy/ bended knee, every moment after live it happily/ Chorus: Verse2: First date, the only time I'd stand her up/ nowadays they'd swear her left and my right hands were cuffed/ two up peas in a pod/ this must be a mirage/ you're all I need, no more dreams of menage a tois/ we can park the car, or cruise the boulevard/ our conversations elevate us to a higher cause/ opposite, but alike/ that's right we eye to eye/ won't go down without a fight/ she took that oath to ride or die/ but if death comes knocking we ain't shook/ we just wanna die together, "Notebook"/ I'm so hooked, like a fish out of sea/ if I can't lean upon ya chest and listen to ya heartbeat/ crushed if I gotta go days without spoonin' you/ life get the best of us, I ain't trying to pull from you/ heartbroken if I aint boo-ed with you/ some might call it love sick, I just call it "Cupid Flu"/ Chorus: Verse3: Her scalp covered in oil sheen/ the scent upon and breast, fresher than then the summer breeze/ and she dedicate it all to me/ this Love was meant to be/ we vibe in perfect harmony/ so I let you inside, take my keys and my locks/ let you discover every part upon my tender heart/ now I'm vulnerable, but I feel secure/ open all my doors, full access, I'm all yours/

Handz 2 da Heir Lyrics from Bless Da Flow LP Intro: That Son shine, my hands high, praisin/ Bathe in the Light, Son dried, raisin/ Glory to God, hot as fire caijin/ Son shine, praisin/ Sun dried, raisin/ Verse 1: I could say I gotta lot/ some might say, boy you know you need to stop/ cause I'm looking' at ya neck, and Im lookin' at ya wrist/ I don't see a thing gliss, not a ner' nada rock/ yeaint gotta whip full of chicks/ ya ride aint sittin on no 20" kicks/ no cabinets full o Cris/ no bottles on deck, yeaint bout that life/ you don't live like this/ ha, but I live like/ I'm a count all my blessings whether it seems like/ I got money ya can't reach, or my doughs on E/ its like I need a refill, I always see the Light/ I promise you that money aint a thing/ especially when you dedicate ya life to the King/ but that don't mean He'll give you everything/ nah, total satisfaction needs to be found in the King/ Bridge 1: that Joy, that Love, that Peace that you can't comprehend/ His Spirit lives in me, so all I do is win/ aint got no cares, no worries, they won't pull me in/ I got all that I need, as long as I'm His friend/ Verse 1 cont'd: let me clear it up a little/ the fruit of the Lord's Spirit is all I need, I'm a sinner/ as long as He give me Mercy/ when He known' I aint worthy/ but He's surely to mature me/ that'll make ya boy a winner/ Ha, and I know that Im blessed/ but that aint measured by money, no its measured by my breath/ as long as he give me life, I'm a push for my death/ go to work, bout His Biz, all hands on deck/ Chorus: Yeah them blessings keep pourin down/ Thats why I keep my hands to that heir/ Yeah them blessings keep pourin down/ Thats why I push my hands to that heir/ (repeat) So I stop/ I stopped listening, what haters, talk, talk talkin bout/ They can't understand my God man what they talkin bout/ My treasure stored in the Lord, man bump they talkin bout/ What, what they talkin bout/ What they talk, talking bout/ Intermission: Wanna praise Him, I'll show ya how/ knees to the ground, thats how ya spirit bows/ eyes to the clouds/ un-knit ya brows/ frown upside down/ lets praise Him now/ Intro/ Intermission Remix: Verse 2: You could say you gotta lot/ if the Fruit of the Spirit is what ya got/ then ya betta pay homage/ betta pay dues/ show these people, its only cause of the Good News/ Christ hung up on a tree, no lynch, no loose/ resurrected from the dead, we dancin our Footloose/ He bearing up all our burdens, and all we bearing is fruit/ give it up for the Lord, put ya hands to the roof/ Why? why wouldn't I/ He blessed me I call Him Mr Gesondheid/ and when I sing to Yhwh/ problems of my life all seem to go away/ I concentrate on His mercy/ and meditate on His Face, Face, FaceItMusic give Him worship and praise/ Earthly riches all spoilin/ cares of this world, flushed down the toilet/ Bridge 2: God all I need is you/ sing praises till I'm out of breath, until my face turn blue/ and when I praise/ these worldly chains just break/ now I get loose/ Yep yep yep I get loose/ get get get loose/ push ya Handz 2 da Heir get loose/ Verse 2 cont'd: in case it isn't clear/ praise is my only ticket to heaven you wanna touch him/ then put ya hands above where ya head is, into the air/ sing unto him sing unto Him, show Him you revere/ we praise Him because He's holy/ deserving of all our glory/ I know that you've heard the story/ blood sweat and tears/ its kinda gruesome and gory/ but so is the price of sin/ no guts, no glory, lift His name up again/ Chorus: