Written by Brady Goodwin | Produced by Tru-Life

Chorus: Trust me son you haven't lived, until you've lived with the mind-set that heaven gives and I be tellin' kids, "Christ is the King," my crew makes rhymes so y all can take time to think on these things I be tellin kids, "Christ is the Bomb, my crew makes rhymes so y all can take time to think on these things." You don't have to wander just sit and ponder you might find Love if you take time just to think on these things

Verse 1: My crew spent madd week-ends of weeks out bondin' like leather comin' thru wit' style more versatile than the weather and whether or not Christ is the sure-shot, no question, in our click that's the one thought that we be stressin' with our lips and our thoughts and our actions, we factor God's word into our daily rations now who's the has-been? Not My God. See I stand with the Three who be on point just like a tripod the Ever-lasting Union, you'd be clever to fasten and tune into the God who's passin' you in Wisdom, and freely gives to those who ask Him He hooked up sixty-six booklets for easy graspin' like sixty-six chips in a wave-card His info protects us like a shave-guard to keep our closets from becoming grave-yards full of skeletons He's able to tell us who Christ is and save us from a hellish end one that hurts like bees and stings you like our reasoning? well check the break and Think on these things

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Verse 2: Who lives long and gives strong men their strength and rules Earth with infinite power to the tenth? for the longest man-kind has been rude to the God who's about to intrude this world of men who chose not to include (ah) I'm stressin I guess I'd better stop (why?) It's kind of hard I got more love for my King than Coretta Scott get the plot? Let us not repeat history, we will if we treat this to be one man's beef and label God a mystery like the subject of God is a private one when we got madd questions and the answer's not Allen Iverson I for one preach Christ and Him crucified, He's comin' again soon to bring doom so your crew should hide If not then you should side with the God who got it goin' on catchin' men's attention like cars blowin' horns in traffic, we make moves like a rental van to set you straight like a dental plan all up in your mind like a mental scan get hooked on Christ like keys on rings You like our reasoning? Well, check the break and think on these things

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Verse 3: You know that I'm a shoe in, for doin' you in [Ewing] like Patrick. Amazing like a hat trick. you can catch it if you follow me like dot matrix (or matrix) when I breaks it down in terms like laymen's, catchin' amens all about the cross like I was haman Day in and day out I see men sittin', thinkin', drinkin' tall ounces tryin' to figure out why's that the way the ball bounces why's it so easy for trouble to catch us like it comes in double decka's enough to make us twist like Chubby Checka's How come the right way is never popular? And when you try to travel it somethin's always stoppin' ya? Could the Bible be true when it says that sin separates you from the God who made you? Is God really out to off ya? or does He offer a bridge to get across stuff the cross does just that You might find this life is rough you also might find that God designs that type of stuff, just to get you lookin' His way just to display His love to show you how He fits in like hands fit in gloves Trust Jesus cause He's the King You like our reasonings? Well take some time and think on these things