Products

V.1
We be the Products of the City Life but yet we live for Christ
City kids who rip the mic, but we a different type
We shine like a head light, watch things get bright
We get hype, advertise Christ just like a website
Rock the baggy gear but shed light, that's how it's meant to be
Man peeps the outside but God looks into me
He invented me and looks within to see my inner
Used to see the sinner who sinned, since Christ He sees a winner
Enter into the mind of a Christ urbanite
True urban type yet will still spill the words of life
What a blend, young ordinary men but yet believers
In Jesus
Who placed us into the Ecclesia
Let's just see ya pluck us out His hands?
No chance
We're in a romance more romantic than a slow dance
We hold hands and walk rough streets, we feel the heat from
Crews peeping the Flava of we who be speaking
On behalf of God that's got wrath He can pour out
Put you in a hell blacker than the heads at Morehouse
Life choose it, eternal life you'll never lose it
God so loved the world He sent Jesus to die and prove it
Who's it? that claims to match His matchless demo?
Of Love when Love is the Savior's M.O
Cultural relevance
Biblical intelligence
God can save souls without my wisdom or my eloquence buss it

Chorus:
Products of the City Life but yet we live for Christ
City kids who rip the mic but we're a different type
We love God so we hate wrong and love what's right
We love man so it's strong and it's tight

V.2
Call the Surgeon coz I'm hurting
The pain has got me staggering and swerving
I see the trife life that's in the urban
All my brothers rocking kufis or a turban
Or claiming that they're god or Allah's the god they're serving
But when I say I represent the Person
Who made the earth and
Present my case without cursing
They say I'm churching
And on the streets that ain't working, they laugh at me
They call themselves god but they love sinning, what audacity
There has to be someone who understands
Yeah perhaps it be my sisters
But many of them are anti-chastity
Sisters vainly hope that all will end well
Then tell me how you reject Christ
But love yourself some Denzel
For men and women sin's become the trend and the way of living
Truly the anti-Christ humanistic age has risen
It's called self-ism, the fastest growing religion
It's trapping people up like prison
I'm on a mission, boots laced
Truth, grace are my topics
Biblical optics that can spot even the microscopic
God's vision is X-ray
He sees every day plus the next day
He sees through the Mary Kay
Let's say He sees all things, for real son
Rophe (Rophi), He heals all pains
We're dealing with the one God, Savior and the Hope
The only one to address the issue of sin like an envelope

V.3
You feel the tug, it feels bugged, God's love is loving you
But it's the City Life, it's too attractive plus it's hugging you
Satan's mugging you coz although you're a hard rock
You still don't know where you go when your heart stops
Those jokes you make about you'll be in hell partying
Sorry and you know those jokes are played out like Atari and
No one's laughing coz what happens, as soon as you
Start to laugh you're at another brother's funeral
I'm not the bad guy, nah I bare the pain with you
But God can fix you
You've been torn, let Him re-stitch you
I'm just a no-name with no fame
But I'd hate to see you mistake the real Christ
For the man in the 8 by 1-0 frame
It's no game, everyone seems to claim they got the truth
But truth is a Person
Jesus Christ the absolute
I might be fan-less and friendless and fameless
But because my sin debt is paid my name is blameless
Who could explain this, only the Lord could arrange this
Divine rendezvous reminding you of Perfect Strangers
Dig the blend like Tropicana Twister
Godly and manly
Just another hypostatic mixture