Take cover - droppin' thinkbombs with a classic touch/ passin' fashion passion blowin' all the cash up/ canadian bacon american blue cheese/ smell the sea breeze leakin' from the brain freeze/ getta' betta' cheddar amerigo mash up/ taste foul but still smilin' all the while we cracking up/ massa got the whole world sick/ pickin' at the Jackson wounds, then rubbin' in the Michael Vicks/ grace sufficient for thorns in our flesh/ nevertheless, we restin' on a bed of distress/ turn my back on the crowd in Miles posture/ ain't nobody out there but posers and hawkers/ but well, the hey fall off the pup/ foot back in the stirrup, leg over for the giddy up/ touring heaven on a supernatural plane/ 90 minutes on horizon, a life fulla' earthly gain/ spillin' wisdom from my tongue as songs of Solomon/ daughter of Zion claiming unity and freedom/ treat yourself don't cheat yourself/ what we chasin' is paper never mind the vapors/ mostly rock the hard locs today I sport the curly girly/ Shirley had a Temple but her fence wasn't pearly/ win Paul's races always run in Asics basics/ multitaskin', lastin' action, fluid fast like Lasix/ early to rise, early to grind / exercise my body, then stretch my holy mind/ spend time in meditation, praise and relation/ devotion is the potion that oils my locomotion/ prophets see ahead so for free I drive a Kia/ when funds are like tortillas I say tres Ave Marias/ come now Missy Hillie need to foot a bill or two/ with the cash in my stash need the ebt for food/ poetic freestyle, pile words a mile high/ club swag swig schwag advertise like fruit flies/ dance a natural rhythmism for the kids provisions/ light a pose strike a match burn night oil decisions/ that's where the bulk of income's coming from/ fill my inbox with money opps just to close on one/ put worldly matters first can only make it worse/ hilariously delirious materials made for Sirius

Intro: Caught up in the rapture of GOD nothing else can compare when you feel the magic of truth oooooooooouuuuuu Verse One: hold on - lemme turn off my phone/ now I'm in the danger zone/ two peas in an iPod/ 3G's under God/ touched with more gigs/ than hard driving big wigs/ eye kick a raw performance/ rather than lie dormant/ eye insist much more a poet and lyricist/ see spoken word less heard cease to exist/ but poetry’s pure bliss wrapped in a kiss/ best felt on earlobes than heard on a Jewish nose/ praising - gospel soul mode/ sabbath habits implode/ worship rest beats stress/ abba makes our mess our message/ blessed be pure in heart/ lure in art its jesus calling/ falling to my knees & stalling/ arms stretched, sobbing breaths/ full surrender, sweet & tender / no contenders competition, going into full submission going into full submission Hook: That’s a wrap, slap you a pat on the back/ next time you step be sure to come strapped/ pack word in your knapsack be ye always ready/ foolin’ with me you get rocked eddy steady/ that’s a wrap (2X) Verse Two: drinker's intuition/ sobriety heck of a higher me/ gotta’ new habit/ now I'm a high dollar water fanatic/ French Perrier San Pelligrino from Italian springs/ favor Fiji, at the club I toast Bling/ when the fat lady sing diabetes it's over/ when the skinny girl liver hurt nothing but cirrosis/ more plain and simple than a pimple on a dimple/ clean up my act fast as priests in the temple/ proof in the pudding, gimme a heaping scoop/ Word in the kitchen is Hebrew the truth/ mad in love like kiki crazy/ assured never scared/ perfect love, fear unheard/ groove with joy, give glory in advance/ to the illest with the realest b-boy stance/ sovereign & supreme, King of Kings/ Most High El Shaddai/ author of your journey/ and maker of mine Hook: That’s a wrap, slap you a pat on the back/ next time you step be sure to come strapped/ pack word in your knapsack be ye always ready/ foolin’ with me you get rocked eddy steady/ that’s a wrap (2X)

Hook: Lay your troubles down Get your shake on Make or break somethin' Time to have fun Get your shake on (X4) Verse One: So cool & so clean creatin' in the dirty cabin yep...in the lab again snicker if you want ain't nobody laughin' who said it dap-slappin', me rappin Crazy Davy, Kent never lazy on the quebass poke your face goo-goo, gaa-gaa lady make numark newstart mo' to vibe your iPhone to tune in to our midi signal airport towers distort reports of too much middle feeling the flow the melody the studio never know when a moment hits gots ta' go show late better than never before if you're keeping score then be sure to plug zero to love we up...yup Hook: Lay your troubles down Get your shake on Make or break something Time to have fun Get your shake on (X4) Verse Two: Creator of good thanking you for filling food Today we pray We all in a great mood Amen. Ramen noodles and tofu again Dinner on my BFF came through & helped us stretch full time dream bring part time cream as mean as it seems fools get used to living lean fruity loops the logic; the reason sequencing samples sun, sequence a season cause they got you on treason out of bread already now we're hustling for spaghetti spirits in the bottle used to grovel in my belly but ain't no tellin' don't feed every hungry need babies eatin' high on seed without greed or gluttony not victims but victors let em taste their own elixir being moody has a remedy Cast your burdens Psalm 55:22 learnin' to lean & depend baby girl he got 'chu Hook: Lay your troubles down Get your shake on Make or break something Time to have fun Get your shake on Get your shake on Get your shake on Get your shake on Give you cares to Jah Never gonna' let you fall

VERSE ONE: Haters don't count cause they down for/ on a scale of one to ten they get ignored/ to(r)e up from the flow up let em rap it up/ say what they wanna say they can dap it up/ but at some point cuz gotta recognize/ why he hide from the mirror fearin his disquise/ with all eyes tied on eye he can focus lies/ but despite what he say he gon' have to pay/ way, sip this sweet stuff from the queen's cup/ even when you talk fluff imma love you much/ true test not in loving those that give it back/ but in showing GOD to even those that come wack HOOK: That's why for Christ's sake, I delight in hate/ insults & persecutions they restore my state/ so gimme difficulty cause it make me tough/ still gotta get stronger, I can't get enough/ so that's what's up, that's what's up/ that's what's up, that's that's up/ that's what's up, that's that's up/ haters make me greater, so ya'll keep it up VERSE TWO: Ain't nothin you can do that ain't been done/ not a song you can write that ain't been sung/ when you point your poison outward people get stung/ chose to air your dirty laundry stains get hung/ when you use your gifts for garbage you in the mire/ be mindful when you speak, tongue like a fire/ we control beasts and birds but talk transpire/ for the foul from our mouth sends souls south/ wrong route, take the path that bypasses wrath/ no greater love hath he that gave his breath/ not for harm but for friends to put sins to rest/ even those who insist to be a pest in jest/ HOOK: That's why for Christ's sake, I delight in hate/ insults & persecutions they restore my state/ so gimme difficulty cause it make me tough/ still gotta get stronger, I can't get enough/ so that's what's up, that's what's up/ that's what's up, that's that's up/ that's what's up, that's that's up/ haters make me greater, so ya'll keep it up

Is it possible to spend a whole lifetime believing, Truth as those free ideas we each conceive? Good days are just average anymore, Perfect afternoons an absolute score. Our debt, so much more than flemsy apology. Our right to be resting on writer's palm psalms. No such thing as simple melody without harmony. Family dreams devoured by musical demons. Is it possible to spend a whole lifetime believing, Truth as those free ideas we each conceive? Good days just average anymore, Perfect afternoons an absolute score. Once young and vibrant, loving liberal hearts, Now misused, abused and eternally scarred. With love comes price, plush dice and evil advice, Sacrifice spice for life; better friend than wife. The couple that prays together, Be held in God's steadfastness. So with deep humbling regret, We admit defeat in the absence. Maybe someday we meet the same dotted line, Two different perspectives, Too different impressions. What left to sow today but doddering sorrow? Do you still think we belong together tomorrow? Is it possible to spend a whole lifetime believing, Truth as those free ideas we each conceive? Good days are just average anymore, Perfect afternoons an absolute score. Out of love the last is the first and first the last. This past time has become our favorite time past. What left to sow today but doddering sorrow,? Do you still think we belong together tomorrow?

they call me... Aunt Sarah, Saffronia, Sweet Thing & Peaches director, doctor, exec, head teacher prophetess, journalist, artist, chef accountant, attorney, political activist supervisor, astronaut, master chief of the navy secretary of state, they call me first lady Mommy, Granny, Titi, Big Mama, sister, niece, wife and daughter call me whatever it is I am to you stand my own ground hold my own two all the same don't call me out my name this African Queen's one dangerous dame whether stiletto stepping being New York siddity swaying southern hips curved like the Mississippi tenacious & ambitious as a certain western Texan or breaking down Cali laws sweet & unsuspecting all over my square without being in it play by the rule but know how to bend it chief multi-tasker, bomb entrepreneur tough as stainless steel nails & sure to endure my sass a source of comedic relief dash of decorum, the package complete my feminine wild as the wind that blows Proverbs 31 my template, holy code God created a colored girl to start this whole cycle had a virgin carry Jesus got word from Michael I come from a long line of world over-comers handle my biz cool as fans midsummer call me woman of color made like no other cut from fabric of my mother & her mother generations will know me for ages to come & hear what they call me all rolled into one arise they call me blessed

Intro: I’m comin’ back a champion I’m comin’ back a champion I’m comin’ back a champion I’m comin’ back a champion Hook: I’m coming back a champion I’m born to be a winner whatever doesn’t kill me can only make stronger things that meant to break me have made me even better won’t give up til I go up I’m flyin’ even higher Verse One: Nothing can keep me down gon’ always stand my ground I’ll be winning til the end of time can’t help but shine ‘cause champions never lose and quitters never win and how I play the game determines just how much I gain I trust the champ within so win I always do how I look at it, I choose true winner’s never lose it’s through my attitude I reach my altitude do I take it all in stride or do I whine the blues sometimes the best in me grows from the very worst still gotta see it first, or there’s a chance I never will we all have nicks and scars they part of who we are when something pulls on you just gotta push on thru though sometimes down, not out I’m getting up no doubt hard times they never last this too must come to pass to rise again to fly again because we’re conquerin' comin' out on top the winning never stops Hook: I’m comin' back a champion I’m born to be a winner whatever doesn’t kill me can only make stronger things that meant to break me have made me even better won’t give up til I go up I’m flying even higher Verse II: out on the battlefield scene of constant chaos it’s the one who control it gets the greatest pay off on every new level gotta fight new devils dustin’ off my feet clear my head, shake my dreads built for success this you must expect wrote the vision in my mind now watch it manifest I know I got a leg up gon’ run the race pressin' toward the mark big hunger, made for great I got a will to win never accept defeat learnin’ from my mistakes learned to pump the brakes staying in my lane I got lots of class and staying real humble substance of a winner made of tough meat no tender chicken dinner never bitter using bad for my better still standing tall even after hard falls gettin’ up again, remember winner takes all Hook: I’m comin' back a champion I’m born to be a winner whatever doesn’t kill me can only make stronger things that meant to break me have made me even better won’t give up til I go up I’m flying even higher Vamp: I’m comin' back a champion I’m comin' back a champion I’m comin' back a champion I’m comin' back a champion

RISING FROM THE RUINS Hook: you afraid of monsters run from the devil Satan think he clever wanna mettle don't let him cruisin for a bruisin comin down to his level we rising from the ruins takin over’s what we’re doin Verse One: got dozens of purses stuffed with pounds of verses mention prevention dare you ensure cure style couture second hand name brands Black African fashions rations only cost a rand modus openandi penny saved comes in handy cream mostly thin treat like andes candies human resources govern choices we make hurry up & wait, don’t be late to your play date where they do that at; disciple of Christ swag tinkie winkie & twinkie carry matching handbags slinky pinky plug more chords than mixing board furthermore score baddest babe on the organ vocals mad jackie do & karen like a gorgon most singinist & playinist with terrying triads choirs choke coughing up notes by the myriad just shooting off at the mouth point blank period Hook: you afraid of monsters run from the devil Satan think he clever wanna mettle don't let him cruisin for a bruisin comin down to his level we rising from the ruins takin’ over’s what we doin Verse Two: good gracious give me patience ostentacious dudes mad loquatious got the nerve to be flirtatious with game thats fallacious what yeah Im talkin boutcha dear scratch you ear if you hear never fret; never fear out east we beasts do did, fingers & feet hit the gym before him keep & tweak a sleek physique beautiful black mama solely raisin’ sweet babes no place for a lady but bathe them in pleasantries fool points earned now count against a record full of label fables run by dogs who spin tables jerks used to free me from hades as a convert main, Jehovah had both hands on my shirt leviathians friends more stank than halitosis Liars in the lair only hope elope in prayer break fast back to sprintin 50 in ten victory glorious ready set win Hook: you afraid of monsters run from the devil Satan think he clever wanna mettle don't let him cruisin for a bruisin comin down to his level we rising from the ruins takin’ over’s what we doin Verse three: poor & the hungry Yah called us to meet their needs prosperity ministry got us all seeing greed holla holla got me bothered under the clerical collar hysterical Allah an antiquitous name for GOD Christians so distant from our past we ignorant biblical holydays hijacked by Lent heavensent kingdoms coming down who know's where poppy went spent his living diggin’ women shammin', did he repent Vamp: You afraid of monsters (2x)

Hook: Never leave home without your weapon Hide the word in your heart for protection With a tool on your hip less stressin' B-i-b-l-e your n-i-n-e Carry calvary sword strike a chord Hoarde the Lord's parables for support Let word do the battle it's not yours B-i-b-l-e your n-i-n-e Verse One: Since beginning , word alive & active/ vocal, volcanic valid/ tried & true from palate/ plain & pure, for sure/ through centuries endured/ friends & men seek cures/ now world full of fanatics/ addicts make heaven their habit Hook: Never leave home without your weapon B-i-b-l-e your n-i-n-e Verse Two: used to smoke to get creative but the liar was the lye/ so now naturally high & elated/ evaded the alcohol aiding/ guilt-free with trinity/ sharp as machete/ truth rains like confetti/ had a home in the hell hole/ sent rescue to the gates/ to help me get away whole/ he say...bahbeh/ all you do is walk this way/ games with life gotchua trife/ lame & fulla shame Hook: Never leave home without your weapon Hide the word in your heart for protection With a tool on your hip less stressin' B-i-b-l-e your n-i-n-e Carry calvary sword strike a chord Hoarde the Lord's parables for support Let word do the battle it's not yours B-i-b-l-e your n-i-n-e Verse Three: claim to know my face/ but no place in your space/ must penetrate attitude/ & eliminate the crude/ choose to cut out that lip/ swift swagga of a dagger/ dividing joints & marrow/ making points real narrow Hook: Never leave home without your weapon B-i-b-l-e yo' n-i-n-e Verse Four: when I was boozin & buzzin' he refused to leave me buggin'/ had me to stand accused/ gifts made a way for use/ what's done in the dark/ must eventually come to light/ opened up & let him in/ comin out the closet blastin'/ sprayin everything in sight/ in my future and my past/ with the precious blood of christ/ pledge my life breath & health/ love my neighbor as myself/ riches pour from above as favor/ that's wealth