Текст песни The Cross Movement [Phanatik] - Start Something
The Cross Movement [Phanatik] - Start Something слова песни
[Chorus]C`mon stand up, get your hands up, Word upStart somethin, get your heart pumpinYeah start jumpin around, if you`re under the groundI know you`re down wit this thunderous soundC`mon stand up, get your hands up, Word upStart somethin, get your heart pumpinStart somethin, why? The world needs what you haveBack to the lab til you master your craftThis is it[Phanatik]I`m out to destroy this track, ya boy is backWho would think gospel tactics would employ rapBut since I know head will enjoy thatI`ll rock til the wheels fall off like a benz or jagSee, if I never get dough like "Whoa"It`s cool jus to know I never sold my soulMy goal is to get souls, not to go goldAnd get answers to shortys before she`s dancin go-goAnd to talk to boy before they call the po-poOr he ends up in the morgue wit a tag on his toeSee, if they can talk about cash and trash in their rapsThen we can talk about snatchin cats out of traps!That`s set for your soul, let`s see it rollTil we end up in our heavenly homeWho cares about how much or whether we`ve blwonIts not man but by God that`s best to be known[Chorus][Phanatik]It`s time to strike up the band, rise up and standAnd draw lines in the stand of time, we stand behindWhat we believe in followin God, who squad read to die like StephenWhether put to death or put to test, beef wit God? Better put it to restWhat we kick will leave an imprint like a foot to the chestWit truth that`ll shoot through your bullet proof vestWatch out He`s ventin... no! He`s vintageLike aged wine a sage wit rhyme sentenceBut since man at his core is mad hard to reachWe know the Lord is usin more than jus parts of speechParagraphs paird up to smashHe`ll bring the heat open up air ducts and sheftsWho can last in the smolderin heat?When He throws the cold shoulder at His judgement seat?Huh? The very breath that we breath and every gift we recieveIs in the palm of His hand wit no tricks up His sleeveIsn`t that a relief? So sit back in your seatKick up your feet take it in and take it back to the streets[Chorus][Phanatik]I`m in the eye of the storm, high above normBefore the Most High when I performAn audience of One watchin, One chair, one stair hopinHe`s still there when I`m done watchinAnd if He`s there then I hope that He`s pleased wit meThis is not done easily, I cook mics, but the rhyme books I writeChanged since the Father wants to see Jesus Christ look-a-likesSo the more like the Son, the Phanatik becomesThat`s less laps around the track that I have to runNew character sprung, old habits get hungedNow we`re havin some fun, too band cause now the tracks done