FLAME - From the Mid to the East Cypha lyrics

He's in a class by himself
A league of His own
He'll give life to the dead
He'll breathe on your bones
He's more than a homeboy
He's king on a thrown
Now either love Him, or leave Him alone
But you can't do both, it's either or
The velvet or the iron door
The lamb or the lion that roars
The provider of the rider on the horse
He's Yahweh, King
Much more than a product in the store
Plus, He's faithful and true
Waitin' to come through
Consume fools like a plate full of food
Eternal life, that's a fate for the few
No breaking the rule
Come on a roll like skateboarder dudes
Check the flavor my neighbor
You can raise your hand while I


Set the faiser to taiser
This is shock for you soul
A little rock and roll
Something to step to when you
Hit the block and stroll
So let's lock and load
Word of God is the ammo
Armor of God, camo fatigues
Strategic Rambo maneuvers
Hand over land is the move, man
Stand soldier, firm in your faith
Time to do what He told ya
Hold up the 66 books stuck in the radio
Always trying to hit me with hooks, nope
Feeling my crew? Hallelu
This is how it sounds when Pilly goes down
Mixed with the Lou ooh, try and listen
I, yes the Christian wide screen addition
In high definition coming soon
Like manana, sun and moon
That the for my peoples, like sunny tunes

So it's one, two for my mic check
As I approach a world that Christ less
Giving you good meat to digest
And I swear solidly the rock properly
Dropping non-stopily
Since the rock spotted me
Knocked me down, switched my flow game
Changed my identity from sinner to no name
Gave my soul flame
Now it's nothing but Gospel
Whenever I flow man
From Philly to the mid-west right thurr
My mic serves the Gospel to
Strike the right nerve
So when you finished with this cypha music
If the Cross ain't done yet
Then neither is the movement
His mercy, mercy's on me like the jersey
Royalty purple and gold like James Worthy
A trade's been made
I ain't worth a food stamp
Can't stand on my own like
I've got two cramps
Ain't sinning, but I can, pray for me
You're my brother right?
Then you're able to pray for me
We all foolish, thinking we ain't Judas
Help me Lord
Paul thought his sins were rudest
Stacey dashes, taking dashes clueless
Makes me mad is us
Christians act the cruelest
I got some knocks on my head from some Bibles
Gave some too, thank Christ for survival
Hearts deceitful making knowledge idols
Trunks in my eye and I can't see my rivals
Cause they unseen, please remember
We don't uproot, God yells timber

This is the lost swift movement
From the mid to the east
To bring across truth to flame to
The ears of the streets
My Bible's my Tonic
I guess I'm a Phantik for Christ
Or Ambassador
Slashin hearts with the Word of Tru-Life
Actually, He's giving me what
I need to survive
Cause Adam had to have branded us
To the breed that would die thank Jesus
At least you can say that
Our hearts still ain't hardened
He said This House I Shall Live
So right there my sins have been pardoned
It's mercy
Because we're sinners saved by grace
If not, smell it like pee-ew
As J-Silas would say
The violence today is running rapid
From the nature of sin
So we paint a picture of the Cross
And pray the world will give in
We set tracks ablaze for the Rock of Ages
To free captive minds from locks and cages
This is hot off the press, fam
Flip the pages
Sin has a penalty, who paying the wages?
Its as clear as it gets
Can't get no clearer
Couldn't get it closer to ya if
You looked in a mirror
Unless your vision dirty fam
Like grit on the mirror
Gritty, grimy, filthy
Like spit on the mirror
Jesus' blood cleansed us though like
Windex on the mirror
'till His image what we see when
We look in the mirror
'till His love is what you see
When you looking at us
Black is blood is what it seem
When God is looking at us

Oh, it's outrageous
The Word of God is so amazing its time
Let's walk this way and let's
Get to cypha God-blazin
Sin and death, I'm sick of it
We need His omnipotence
Stand against wickedness
With lifted fists and arms raised
It is my turn to spark this cypha
Its time to start this fire
The real Jesus walks with me
Even through the wire he's the true Messiah
He don't care about a tire
You filthy rags, He makes clean he admires
I don't need the blings
I rock the products of the Father
I hold onto this attire manufactured by Abba
Don't need the Gucci
The phat ride, or the Prada
Cause my hand gesture welcomes God
In like the Ramada

He preach the Cross even
When the legions mock
And we seek what's pleasing God
Cause He's the boss
Watching what we say like closed caption
Believe it doc'
The world's watching us like peeping tom's
When we spit like teething tots
Thousands of heathens drop
And become dumb-founded like when
Speech is lost
Gospel emcees are rare like an equinox
Non-Christ-centered verses are grieving God
I don't need the props
I was the sheep that's lost
Then I met the good Shepard
His voice leads the flock
In this day and time Satan is
Taking lives like Ethan Hawk
So cling to God with tunes open
Receive the plot

We scream enough truth that
You've got to listen
I'm Flame, can't take the heat
Get out the kitchen
Christian cats are spittin' Christ
With the mic on
We ride through the dark with
Our high-beam lights on
The whole camp might be social martyrs
We preach with our life and are vocal artists
Jesus, welcome to Christ saints
Can I take your order?
I'll have the bread of Heaven
And the living water we'll stick together
God's sons and daughters
Let us worship together
The God who called us
And we ain't those cats
After a platinum million
Cause just knowing Christ is
That platinum feeling