Carbon-based Lifeform

VERSE 1: [Ambassador] Kinda can tell from my birth / that the Designer of hell and the earth / designed this rhyme and to tell of His words / scooped from regular dirt / born in a city with regular hurts / Christ asserted now I'm saved and I'm better at work / I'm part of a breed of people that see Jesus as a King / doing His thing in spite of the evil / He takes the unlikely people rightly destined for flames / (He'll clean) someone just like me from out of buses and trains / now official warners are chilling on different corners / warning people to flee from the wrath that'll give 'em drama / some will wanna be hard and front, cause they don't want Him / but others will wanna be responders and give Him honor / ever since death got beat like a drummer / things are looking brighter like days before the Fall like the summer / that's why I'm a be more than a rhymer / I'm a grind till the time when I meet the Lord of the genre VERSE 2: [Phanatik] Didn't grow up in a sweet little habitat / I grew up rapping in them streets where it happens at / two hours south of where the Statue of Liberty pose / Who would of known this culture was growing right up under her nose / Our clothes, the way our speech flows, these arn't normal / at twelve years old I studied these art forms close / these are cats from the same place that I came from / I never thought that I'd be rocking on top of the same drums / but as a change one / serving as a sign, by divine design, it was time for a change to come / I feel like Paul, writing to his pen pals / like you can tell that I've been sent out to the Gentiles / and God's been so strategic in His ploy / ten years old I was rocking the Beastie Boys / two years later I found a tape on the ground / (Big Daddy Kane and EPMD) now I'm down / three years later I found a faith that resounds / now I'm a propagator of the grace that abounds CHORUS: How can they call on Someone they never heard of / how can they hear unless someone preach / how can they preach unless someone sends them / so here I am Lord, send me VERSE 3: [The Tonic] I'm dipping thru the night got my light on / Holy Spirit filled, carbon-based life-form / Got my sight on, aimed on the target / same game, same market / same flame, gotta spark it / it's the same old same, lane on lane / pain on pain, urban life still the same strain on brains / the streets are still full of plenty Abel and Cain's / and the Cain's still only after what they able to gain! / Fast-lane, now I'm driven like the Autobahn / No limit, God got us running marathons / we in it / Whether we be-lieve it or not / whether MTV, BET or radio slot / we can't stop / we determined, we survive like vermin / whether above service or underground and deserted / we take advantage of standards that keep us branded as Hip-hoppers devoted to God / for the sake of the planet / while some panic / and others take it for granted / it's true the world is Hip-hop enchanted / but let none get stressed, no one fret / but watch God get glory and dwell in Hip-hop / flesh VERSE 4: [T.R.U.-L.I.F.E.] To all my would-be listeners / please understand my position as I present the gospel and my name's been written / in the Lamb's book of life / and my mission is to get 'em the press / till the men will see the rest of life and switch it up / I'm not ashamed of my change, to call His name or proclaim / I've been bought by the Son (really that's my thing) / I see a culture and a genre that could bring him honor, but we rather gather street cred with the fake future that we're promised / a way out / but in fact / that's way out yonder / I rally the squad, we look to God the Father and honor / what He's done, what He's doing, what He will do and follow / the King who will bring us straight in to tomorrow / so with mic in hand / word in heart, and vision made clear / we serve Christ and use Hip-hop / to help men hear