Put That Work In

[Scratches]
"You better put that work in"

[Verse 1]
It's an inevitable challenge to maintain the balance of life
Don't ever say it didn't come with a price
He paid it all
At the mountain of skull
Humiliated and hated like He invaded the law
That He created and translated for prophets to call Him out
Repent, with every sin we fall
Back to the third chap of life with the snake and the wife
And we play the blame game in the heist
I'm on that spit 'til I fall out like I don't need to breathe
This a paralytic truth that make me super like the Reeves
On my knees when I plead to the King with the keys
Who could speak to the seas and make the waves freeze
I'm going off like the 9 zeros
The only difference, I ain't repping all the false heroes
De Niros, good fellas and bad boys
And dudes that sign rocks that are hollow
Lyrically it's a hard act to follow
But I'mma cross over the rock and smack Apollo
Mallo, that's what they call me in my native tongue
Mos def, yeah, this is why I never made it young
'Cause I don't fold to that common crease
I'm in a cave with a bat while they robbing beats
Spitting lies while the Lord backpacks the team
Back packs on the map but they rap for green
And the swiper gon' swipe cause it's all a dream
They weightless on the mic, call 'em all a feen
I'm out of the dark where the bites measure the bark
Heavy metal with the bars, you could measure the spark
There's a level to the scars and I see 'em as art
As I restart, yo, I'm just trying to be a part
Of a revolutionary voice making a mark
With the music, it ain't for everyone that pursues it
I use it for Him don't you ever confuse it
I'll lose it before I ever think to misuse it
And partner with a zombie that's tryna abuse it
I walk with the living, who you think I crews with?
The fuse lit, and I'mma light a flame on 'em
They really only using His name to run game on 'em
Shame on 'em cause His image remains on 'em
But they stay swerving, switching lanes on 'em
And the mirror kinda showing me a similar image
Of a sinner, a qualified slum in the village
So tainted, wish I could've flowed over Dillas
But this here's been waiting around for one of the realest
To proclaim Jesus, the One that could heal us
And I ain't never scared, what they gon' do, kill us?
And reveal us as fellas obedient to what He tell us
In His word to be a living sacrifice of worship
He killed the sin I was cursed with
He flatlined for mine and reversed it
I rep the One that took my chains and gave my wrist back
Yeah I'm a Christian and all of this is His rap
For sure it's tempting to rep myself
But I could never trade Him for cash and hang wit the twelve
How can I love money if I can't buy myself
I'm a slave to the Master and nobody else
I'm just His hype man, I'm really pushing for stealth
To be unseen, the gangrene's bad for the health
I been GOM, I would never dime for the wealth
And I don't need to sign, put me in the yard, I'll elf
An unknown gnome with my dome pointed home
Let the phone ring, Tone
This Jonez is in the zone, I'm gone
But it's cool cause I'm never alone
I'm unashamed, never worried if my cover is blown
I'm grown, and I eat meat daily
Maturing in the faith so my past gets Staley
Duce, but I rep Lanc city, not Philly
Though the blood of Christ got me on that brotherly love
And that's above any concept you have of the Word
It's measured by the God above, the Father, Son, and the 3rd
He be the heart regenerator when the truth is heard
And no, He don't got you shaking, homie, that's absurd
He the Ghost, the Holy One that points to the Son
God incarnate, and still you blaspheme, gosh darnit
'Cause they don't see the rain so the ark's unwanted
They saying I'm a looney while they dap 5 on it
But leaning to the side will make it capsize, won't it
So I'm staying Christ-centered with the flow, I’ll own it

[Scratches]
"You better put that work in"