Introspective [Randomly Speaking] Ahhh I'm Crae Crae Enough to believe that, one day that Kanye Would find his way back to Yahweh For real, and not for play play And then we would all applaud his cause like Marcus Graham to Strangé Y'all prob-blay think my sights, a little blurred Through these Rose Colored Glasses I can only see the word And At times I can seem just a little bit dramatical But showin Love to every Soul is just something that I have to do So who u Lovin who u wanna be huggin My Brothers be buggin Seekin fame leads to nuthin Thugs Bangin and bustin On the street corners hustlin That boy Crae is on a mission to win them if they would listen So He switched his position never switched his intentions Now half that once was with him wanna try to dismiss him (Yeah) Pray for the boy cut that man a lil slack Have his back don't act like you aint never been attacked He needs us This is [Randomly Speaking] that is... 1st Corinthians 12:12-31

Soul Williams Since I'm in a position to talk to the people and they listen My conviction's mission to overthrow this wicked system, uh Who walked this earth surface perfect Never hurt a person but purposely Purged and pruned every goon You'd assume, Christ is who I'm referring too Your presumed gloom is now removed just like tumors And Life is beautiful, Revolutionary is the strain of this brain Being changed to never complain but remain under The Blood Banner (Blood Stained) My grammar shatter beat opposition like cookie batter I babble and chatter in the presence of Hosanna I aint from Alabama but I rep the crimson tide His crimson blood cleanses us like tide, get it, tide the soap? We pushin hope like dope from every channel Church folk handle matters at times in the manner of cannibals Our mission is to change the view of what you're used to seeing We peddle truth to youth in they schools, give them a reason To start believing, tis the season to stop the bleeding We pleading the blood of Jesus from classrooms to coliseums, uh But I'm not a Pop star, Rock-N-Roller, I ma Rebel, blessed! able to hold a Conversation, that'll change men Locked up for ion's for inferior thinking This is Revolutionary, reading slave thoughts their obituaries Enlightening the people till the Messiah freaks the sequel Sean C. Johnson (Hook) We got too many boys on the block Posted up with the rock But they probably and throwing “sky-hooks” So you sho-nuff right Step up on the mic it ain’t all about the microphone check one-two Got me checking every line Cause every line could renew another mind And in time, we can start a Revolution Sit back watch me start a Revolution, Yeah Apocalyptic Revolutionaries coming with the intellect Meticulous Intelligent, define it best as Heaven Sent It's militant, a gift that's given from the King Who resurrected Blood from thorny crowns can wash the soul just like an antiseptic Check it, the streets are crying out for "Mercy, Please" On bended knees, I take it to the Lord for Him to intercede For God so loved the world, a world condemned but failed to see it/ Like a patient getting treatment for disease but won't receive it The Gospel manifesto goes against the world's policies Within The Matrix, Christ would be the ultimate anomaly Honestly, I'm thankful for His grace; the church has got to be The standard and stop being associated with hypocrisy I'm not a contradiction if I kick it with the sinners Jesus did the same, religious cats had labeled Him a villain The Physician healing victims from their sin and all the symptoms Take the Gospel to the ghetto; Great Commission to the millions (Hook) Double We do this for the least of And those who In need of Some freedom Instead of religion we give em Jesus We Revolutionaries Take the City Back boy We urban missionaries I can understand why that boy deal dope It's hard to see hope At the end of his rope And his kids need soap and a Meal ASAP And the corner got bread where he can deal that crack And he good at it They say that paper corrupt morals and good habits Live fast die young so he asthmatic (Gasp) Short of breath and death around the corner Spray the Mac at it And I ain't much different I just met the Savior When you feel you in hell You give up on the maker (Yeah) That’s why we need some soldiers To hold the banner up High Cause the world is getting colder (Hook) Kadence See, on the news it's just another shooting Another drug bust, another young cuffed, to them just another hoodlum What is the church folk and reverends doing Too many meetings and no execution Time for a Revolution Shock the culture like electrocution Time for less excuses Ignorance is the devils best illusion You can bless the future You can't make time for that? You aint got time to give back? What in the heck you doing?! See, I came up round a bunch of thugs I was going down that path until somebody showed me Love Now I'm a living example of what it means to missional No I'm not boasting I'm just giving you visuals Daddy's not in the picture and mama incarcerated They need to know they not a mistake and God don't hate em What's goes around comes around At some point The same kids grow up rob you at gun point Think about it! (Hook)

Soul Williams The red sun peeked out the edge of the new skyline Shining like “okay its ya’ll’s time” People been passing through the city for way too long Rogers and Hammerstein for the last time, this is a new song O-K-C, I say it with stamina Long road ahead of us, we keep holding the banner up (Blood Stained) We eating off manna as we headed to the Promise Land New Highways and Bridges Old heads show resistance Young heads stay insistent The growth is magnificent Relentlessly press to shape a whole new significance Conservative Right-Wing‘s in cahoots with roughnecks Flex they pecks for respect when they pocket they oil checks All Red state, Fallon wears like a badge of honor Slaughtered our Native Fathers for the Almighty Dollar Casinos keep popping up, Barkley taking shots at us All because little ol’ we is so popular You need to put ya stock in us It aint a whole lot of us Steadily moving upward so I’m grabbing my binoculars for this ride, No shade on the city where I reside Visualize the rise with me, meditate and close your eyes In the buckle of the Bible Belt we shining like Rhinestones Grinding like Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble til our times gone We disregard the time zone, my Reflection’s Eternal Living proof of The Word until the Truth returns You might see 10 gallons hats, snakeskin boots and wrangler denims And just a few blocks east white tees and dickeys creased You could lose ya teeth, we need clues for Peace No, this aint no time for the usual and suitable The racial lines and crime rise is indisputable We slip and slide thru the slime and plow through the bull New gun laws formed “Open/Carry” is the new solution But what we gon do when Err body start shooting We… finally winning and we already losing With a Church on every corner, we got a clear resolution Somebody gotta do it and we know who we are The City needs mouth to mouth and this is CPR (Hook) Breathe Inhale the life rhythm Oklahoma City keepin' it live, an organism Breathe Exhale the negativity My people if you feel me say OK CITY! (2x) Apocalyptic A yo, inhale exhale the city's organism More than 20 years, was formed inside it's reproductive system Respiration from the Spirit, city's heart defibrillation Yo, the city can be gritty, and it needs resuscitation Oklahoma City knows the pain of loss, a heartbroken 1995, some kids lost their mom in the explosion (Yo) It's enough to get in cardiac arrest With poverty and inner-city violence, yes, it is a mess (Check it) There's still hope just like the lighthouse on the lake The Son of Righteousness will shine, the skyline illuminates (Yo) I lost a little homie several weeks ago His soul escaped his body through the exit of a bullet hole So, city life is finite, use the time to shine light Salt upon the Earth so you can hear the truth and find Christ The Bread of Life is the key to respiration Oklahoma City look to Jesus, He's our true salvation (Hook) LTZ From the Northside with Love From the Northside by Blood Funny thing the first person embrace me was a cuz 73120 if you ain't know It's some places round here that you can't go Somewhere in between the stars and being famous In between the plastic gun and the stainless In between the ground and where ever Lui Kang is Kickin it, flippin it younger kids ain't gettin it My parents probably think I'm out there rappin But I'm sellin it hand to hand Out there dappin Now they looking at me like "Son what happened?" Only thing I can give em is a late reaction Rappin in inhaler is all I need I'm really sick and tired of sayin RIP So I'm a do everything on these beats Roll a gotee and red hat just for CP aDDlib Breathe out then breathe in Learning from loses as I catch my second wind Remain transparent like oxygen Life sentences spilling out this pen I die everyday yet I still breathe and inhale Would rather die now then later won't see me in hell Looking past the smoke and mirrors what they feeding is stale Feel the word pretend as if you're reading in Braille Never claimed to be king no im not the next heir What I exhale is different a breathe Of fresh air My mind expands just like my lungs Hands in movement but the soul is where I write this from Speak the truth won't bite my tongue Take a stand like where the mic is hung Not afraid to pass even though I like this one After my last breath it's a better life that comes (Hook) Jabee Everywhere I go they say keep it Real G My reply til kill me Hoping that they feel me Filthy Guilty but I’m Loving every minute Gifted livin in my city limits Vision every spitting image My foot print carved in it God given Odd even God image Hardly a body Godly livin So I'm raggin with these vacant thoughts Stay complacent till I make it off Or make it work Stay breathing I can feel my city heartbeatin I write rhyme to it Call it Divine music Inclined by how my time’s movin That's fast pace Life is a fast race Gas face for those that don't get it hold my home sacred So basic how they trace it I bend move and lace it Refuse to be complacent Chose to be evasive Indelible no erasing...WHAT

Little black boy lost That's how they see him confused human being no reason to believe him He stays fly with a purpose and agenda with intentions to inspire with Jesus Christ at the center Don't wanna sound like the clergy, nerdy, or puffed up Misunderstanding making it tough, so he's down on his luck He stays, in his word so he never gives up He struts in his chuck's saying what's up to young pups Cause He's the big dog, not talking Glenn Robinson But, more like Jackie, Why do my own people attack me asking, from the church feels like he should have, more backing Could have devoted his passion to fashion or acting Lacking the proper view of him, they plot and plan his ruin Lord forgive them, they don't know what their doing Never stops pursuing the mark of the High call He may stumble and fall but he still gives his All His model of choice is the Christ the Messiah He wonders why he cant get any higher, but can a student exceed the the works of his master He endures the jeers and the laughter, but they don't know what He's after He's misunderstood, Really he's confused himself Am I out for approval or am I out to help? He asks himself daily as he reflects in the mirror What was Jesus' motive But hold up (Hold Up, Hold Up) Jesus was perfect not a blemish on his record Clean as whistle, but they still launched missiles Grenades and daggers to shatter his credentials They saw Him as a problem, he only saw their potential Knew what He was getting into, but it still messed with his mental perplexed in His ventricles, He sacrificing His Temple Blood and water gushed out from the piercing of a soldier Cautionarily done for closure, to make sure that it was over Who could ever smolder the Glow, of a supernova Blow for blow he stood and shouldered, uh The sins of the world The King of all Kings with all power in His hand traded it in for the redemption of all Man He could have summoned a host of angels to mangle every single hater but He was greater, He traded my failures for HIS favor just a meek and lowly soul, who's intentions are good, My Lord even Jesus was Misunderstood.