Psych Check

[Verse One]

I figured the way to spark it was to corner the market

And throw darts to hit the target

Then grip your hearts where lethargic

Thoughts sit and force it to turn like water burns from faucets

While you, think about what I'm speaking about reaching out to

Each endowed with the gift of listening and seeking sound

Reasoning my sound begins

Leaking through your speakers

Then everyone who's waiting to X-hell can breath again

CNN, see 'em when it's season in

Season out

Fall back on that talking less you trying to be about

What does my skill profit unless I'm a real prophet

If I'm living ill I can bet you that God will stop it

I'm just His little sidekick, He is the real object

When it comes to solving issues He handles the real problems

What is the deal partner, how you feel shawty

Brothers are still mobbing, holding that steel woydey

Boy they, know they, tripping don't they

So they, only, go they, own way

Homie, what's up with your home made remedies

Temporary solutions are futile and never set at ease

Plus medically, He's, better please let Him breath

Catch your second wind get set begin

Check your steez, before and after Christ

You go from looking forward to a morbid afterlife

To a gorgeous sacrifice, all that for half the price

Nah it's free

It only costs faith and even that's a gift so please believe

[Chorus]

Mic check 1-2, 1-2

Psych check 1-2, 1-2

[Verse Two]

Don't take Him for granted, granted

He is harder than granite, the grandest

A grand if you can find His grandkids

He has none, He only has sons and daughters

Not mom, not grand mom, no one that we know of can know Him for us

Whoa! how you just gonna come from the chorus like that

And jump right into all this "granted-granite type rap?

What ever happen to a smooth transition?

Alright let me slow it down so you can listen

The man who's falling thinks he's flying, gravity defying

Gradually he's dying, it's sad to see he's lying to his senses

Since he censes pleasure he consents his

Perception's distorted by a few things

His sin, Satan, and how society's moving

Now he can drown and go down with the ship

Or jump and swim in Him who is found in the Script

You might've heard of Christ the life preserver

Came for the nice guys and the type that likes to murder

Tonight's the night for mergers, in this life you might hurt up

But in Christ you can rest at night just like a Serta

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[Verse Three]

If God aint moving, the earth is boring

That's probably why the radio heard me snoring

Four in the morning

Head fell on the horn and I woke up yawning

Like what's going on and

Same goes for the video shows catch me dozing

With the videos don't show Him

I blow in to the room like mist

I just wanna see what's got you throwing your fist

If it's truth then keep them hands pumping high

Like that cause that's sweeter than pumpkin pie

But if you're high on a lie man I can't say nothing

I'm looking at the Lord like man why they frontin?

Maybe they don't know that it's on like that

But teach cats not to sleep like insomniacs

They try to pass us the weed and the Cognac

We stop 'em dead in there tracks like whoa!

Kind of slow your roll

Like traveling over cobblestones carrying a Conestoga coach

I'm wielding the sword of the King

kind of like the thing Aragon was born to swing during The Lord of the Rings

[Chorus]