Da’ T.R.U.T.H. - Mixed Bag lyrics

Music with a purpose it ain't only art
Aye, we are just going to
Have fun on this one, yeah
Music for your soul mB, MB, Mixed Bag

They surely only had a choice, had a voice
And the vision
Locked arms with the team that
We formed -the Avengers
Building life breaking down all
The walls of division
Couple dudes trying to bottom that
Off in the mission
I was raised in the church
But born in the trenches
Down the street from the projects
But now I'm at the
Office making corporate decisions
Surrounded by the best of
The board of directors
Yeah, from coffee houses to corporate office
Action steps back and forth
With the counter offers
Sometimes I think of where I've been
And I count my losses
Then I consider where I am and
Know that God is awesome
Yeah, I don't deserve to be here
I'm a royal mess
But, I'm dealing with a God that's a loyalist
Spoiled kid, learned to keep my feet from
Where the oil drips had to come up out of my
Shell like some boiled eggs
Yeah, a label birthed out of conflict
From the artist
For the artist that we're not being
All the artists that feel boxed in
Exceptional talents ought to be appointed
On the top ten
Got praise, God promise, going cray with me
TJ, TC, go and praise with me
Virtue was coming back, raised with me
Tip my hat down to JR who came with me
This is music with a purpose
It ain't only art
Sold music for people sleeping
With a lonely heart
Yeah, wifey, wifey call me Iron Man
But she know that underneath the suit
It's only Tony Stark
You know my heart, this ain't about more cash
There's a couple more dollars in the forecast
Not just for me, but for the whole team
That's why we spending so much
Time on these floor plans
Strong infrastructure
That's the introduction for the team
It's just the mainstream has been destructive
Started from the bottom, we ain't there yet
And we ain't popping bottles in a Learjet
If we let pride and arrogance rear it's head
That'll blow up in our face like an airbag
Yeah, fresh off the bench like the sixth man
We got 'em yelling Mixed Bag
Lamp Mode, Clear Sight
Humble Beast here tonight
Reach Records, RMG, Collision on a mission
We the army
For your soul, this is for your soul
Kingdom business, Charlie, and we on a roll
Fresh off the bench like the sixth man
We got 'em yelling Mixed Bag