Smash

VERSE 1
Whoever said gospel rap was wack wasn't talking bout the A-team / Bang Theory, ADF yeah that's a great thing / men and women of God representing the kingdom / enemy seen them then we step in between them listen / weapons is drawn, we move in incredible form / adversaries don't even ask what's keeping them strong / coz they know exactly who abides inside, feel me? / this how we rep our Father / the game is now over, better check our roster / we only like crab when we eat at Red Lobster / enjoy good health even as my soul prosper / prosperity brought with sincerity, stand next to brothers who got good integrity / represent for Christ and still we bop heavily, and after this project joints will drop steadily / trust me ADF is not joking, you try to close the door, that joint get knocked open / grab mics on the spot, no we're not choking / and bring the word of truth, these cats is outspoken / you get soaking with lyrics whenever they splash you / we walk with humility whenever we pass thru / don't want your opinion especially if I ain't ask you / read the word, pray, meditate, so we have to / F-L-A-V-A-'S / N.Y.C

HOOK
SMASH those lies on your mind, End Time get smashed / every line and every secular rhyme is smashed / the foolishness on your eyes keeping you blind is smashed / when you and clowns are probably dropping a dime like smash / if you brought trash and all the garbage it has get smashed / the love for cash and the grip on the mash get smashed / Satan attack, you ain't even gotta ask he's smashed / ADF and Bang, it's a wrap coz this track is smashed

VERSE 2
Where my real Christians, I gotta ask the question / coz if you repping the Lord then that's protection / we wax attacks for tracks of raps in sessions / so we relax and max in that direction / I'm so done with the physical attributes / I praise Him more than a little, perhaps your group / will succeed if the lyricals rap the truth / instead of just taking the minimals back to youth / man picture me denying the Lord of Hosts / to project skill, I'm dying of boredom folks / it's obvious Satan is lying to all them dopes / thinking the world gone buy and support em nope / man I squint when I see it's a grey line / Christ said, you can't love Me at the same time / removing my name so I needed a plain sign / it was Him alone who set me free of the slain mind / without Him you're lame indeed, you remain blind / can't see past the fame and the greed of your vain rhyme / but my hands is raised up / we in these Last Days, me and my mans will praise what? / we praise all His ways so we can stand the blaze but / if you straddle the fence you won't stand or face much / look cold is cold fam / you ain't repping the King then you sold your soul man / till you get it back all of your flows is molten / you can go on and on but He holds and knows scram

VERSE 3

VERSE 4
I spit flames, turn down flings with dames I'm saying / only what you do for Christ remain I'm saying / not only preaching Christ to take away pain but Jesus will bring the pain if He don't know your name I'm saying / backed by Scriptures, attacked by listeners for saying what the truth is, they want the lukeness / the colder the mission the bolder the Christian, soldiers assume your positions, spectators, hold it I'm fishing / flock like pigeons to People's Choice - Jesus, Bread of Life, best believe it's moist / this just in, we all born in sin, beware / our lives are dryer than a scalp with no grease in hair / split ends, no amends without Christ the Vine (divine) / intervention may I mention these are trifling times / scraping my knees on the bottom, can't go down no more / until I met the Lord my attitude was sore / another day in the life of Todd Bangz from Rochest. / I used to stay smoked out to release my stress / I thought the nick bag of boo kept the cap on tight / troop through the avenue till midnight shed light / but now the Lord Jesus Christ keep the cap on tight / troop through the same hood with insight shed light / Chilltown, it's the stomping grounds in which I dwell, for real, no drama, mama raised me well / cats be acting like they hard knowing they softer than caramel but they all be flat when God hit Blue Notes like Harold Mel. /