Lyrics Soapbox - Redeemed Thought

Muze: "Then the scribe stood on a platform of wood, which they had made for that purpose. And when he had opened the book in the sight of all the people, they stood up. Then the scribe blessed the LORD, the Great God."

Steve: Hip Hop is only a soapbox, Redeemed Thought does the work of watchman
Like prophets proselytizin' backpackers with walkmen
Soldiers infiltratin' the subterrainean nation regain the territory Satan is presently reinin' in
We're ambassadors like second Corinthians five: twenty
The gospel is free, rock a show without askin' for money
This is ministry the RT will never conform to industry this is bigger than rap cats is dyin' out in the streets and I gotta preach
Yo there mad lost that we need to reach
And I'm sad to say there's a lot of dumb Christians we need to teach
'Cause ninety percent of Christians don't witness
And half of the ten percent left, are better off not openin' their lips
Hip Hop's my soapbox, use it to get my point across
On city blocks, college campuses and coffee shops
Folks stop... look and listen to what I drop
And as long the eyes are on me I'ma lead 'em to the rock
Like Moses in Exodus, composin' sections of an epic told in the old and new testament paraphrased when we represent
The God of harvest who rocked skin like a garment conquerin' sin for all men when He died on the cross and rose again
Like a divine alarm clock of prophecy stopped tickin' the day of the first fruit you got me
Receivin' preeminence exceedin' everything in existance even Hip Hop can show Him no resistance because...

It's just a soapbox, stand and deliver the gospel when the beat drops or not, we must feed the flock
So whether it's a hot beat or an acHip Hop serves Redeemed Thought, it's never the opposite
It's a soapbox, stand and deliver the gospel when the beat drops or not, we must feed the flock
So whether it's a hot beat or an acHip Hop serves Redeemed Thought, it's never the opposite

Muze: Let me begin my sermon by saying that every track that we're laying
Engaging fact through wordplay while imparting substance to vacant hearts
Sparking cyphers of praying in parking lots and in basements
Are weightless without the statement of Christ's plan of salvation
Portraying selfish abusals of you becomes unfruitful
A warning to luke warm troops ignoring the axe at the root
So listen to my statement of faith I will impart
While embarking on history's account of my hearts patriarch
God made man, man made sin and death was born
Our fellowship torn, cursed with thorns, only blood can atone
This perfect planet created, destroyed by Satan's temptation
Of Eve and Adam had ate while rebelling God's proclamation
Only God himself can suture man's broken future
So He gave himself a sacrifice to show picture of true love
Animal sacrifices fell short of required perfection
But he poured infinite blood out 3 days before resurrection
All these prior events have been proved tested and tried
I serve not a dead God, but alive and ascended on high
I do not praise the wooden cross beams of which my Savior rocked
So I refuse to use my talents praying to a soapbox
See, both a cross and soapbox are made from nails and trees
So worshipping worthless constructions is called idolatry
I will create no creation that crosses out my Creator
Who crossed out sin on the cross, an crossed the finish line as Savior

Steve: We stand on top of it, not gonna miss it when God has demolished it
Rock it but when God says stop it we'll drop it in a hot minute
Muze: through ac' spittin, optics are opened while scriptures are quoted
Provoking Spirit to flow like h2o causing erosion
Steve: when quotin' the B-I-B-L-E, potent the speech of Diety
Spoken to me, I'm free to be broken emcees can see in me
Excellence that is not in me, shinin' in cracks in pottery
Vessel of crappy quality, hidin' the Masters lottery
Muze: no Prada or Roca, dwell with my Abba, sip living water
From Cali to Philly fulfilling God's will for RT's saga
Break the necks of idols, preaching Jesus is the issue
While Holy Spirit protects like Tetsuo stalling missiles
Brain tissue is purchased back by it's originator
Faith in Jesus Christ, the only way to meet your Maker
Steve: ...on good terms. death is what we should earn for sin
So you could burn or live if you would turn to Him
'Cause it makes sense that since Adam's sin sentenced his innocence
The expence of repentence would be the sentence of Innocence
To pay for the sins of men, so God sent ends in a sense
'Cause admit it the mention of sin, tenses your inner sense
Muze: one day hip hop will burn away, only God's word is here to stay
All we like sheep have gone astray but Christ is the only way
All other beliefs are false like that of Farrakhan's
Your faith may be sincere, but you can be sincerely wrong

Steve: "And all the people answered 'Amen, Amen' with lifting up thier hands, and they bowed their heads and worshipped the Lord with thier faces to ground"-Nehemiah 8: 4-6