Текст песни Rhyme and Reason - Sean Slaughter

I don't rhyme for the money, clothes, cars or fast women
Iced out jewels, fame or the platinum
The pen and pad form monogamy and rep the colony
If you feel follow me, this is the Christ philosophy

Before I spit let me pray Lord El Shaddai
If this is out of ya will then cut it from the thigh
I want to be obedient to ya call and answer
Not just romance ya, flip then throw a tantrum

Some things that I see is irking me, over working me
Violation like burglary, deep like surgery
It seem we got teachers and preachers straight robbing us
Leaders of the Christian populace stay jogging us

With philosophies and theories that's man maid, man laid
Chill, is that in the gospels, yo man wait
I tried and tried to ignore and understand it
Squeeze it within my bandwidth, initially I banned it

'Cause Christ ain't center his life on my blessing
And Christ ain't centered on money making lessons
And Christ ain't die on the cross to make cash
If you think so, make like sugar grits and break-fast

Where did you get this don't tell me the spirit is your witness
You laid prostrate praying to the Christ relentless
Or did you skip him solely relying on five senses
To back up ya plan out of a chapter used ya sentence

Listen, the people of god need to flourish, need to be encouraged
Need to be taught to move with courage
But these leaders bling-blinging and our pockets ching-chinging
Man, speak the word of the lord, my spirits fiending

I don't rhyme for the money, clothes, cars or fast women
Iced out jewels, fame or the platinum
The pen and pad form monogamy and rep the colony
If you feel follow me, this is the Christ philosophy

Through many trials and travels, I witnessed idol babel
Seen wicked plans unravels instead of rock they gravel
I see the tales they tattle, steez be the big cheese
The big man, it's like hand shaking Eddie Scissorhand

You want the doe fam, go spit with X and jigga man
You can't lead the way duke, you pop the cork on liquor man
That ain't fresh, cigarettes and enjoy on morning breath
The mind of Christ you more than left, soon for you we mourning death

Check ya mind state, WWJD that hold weight
More than ya crib, ya whip, and ya karat gold plate
Follow Christ not Socrates, he's still flesh and bone
Upon his ear is where I rest my tone, still addressing home

Pressing on, what the word say, instead of wordplay
You walk in first light thon, I'm living out the third day
I, got Christ in the worst way, as the deer pants when he's thirsty
I long for the living water

So leader's whatch your preaching, what type of bread you heating
Is it the word of god or did you slip and mix the leaven
Release yourself and trust in Christ for task that's insurmountable
'Cause in the end you my friend that help fully accountable