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Redeemed Thought - Same God
(from the album Truth, Beauty, Goodness)
© copyright 2005

Hook:
I serve the same God the old saints did/
Don't be mistaken, Lord willing I'll do the same things they did/
Everybody from Samson to David, their all base men/
In the hands of a God who's amazing/
I serve the same God the old saints did/
Don't be mistaken, Lord willing I'll do the same things they did/
Everybody from Samson to David, their all base men/
Yo!

Verse 1: Stephen the Levite
Sometimes it's just me the Lord and my amour bearer verses mad Philistines/
Like Jonathan son of Saul in first Samuel fourteen/
Saying we can take these pagans, yo if the Lord's wit' us/
He can use the two of us but still won't let a sword hit us/
I'm feeling the vision bruh, I say we run wit' it/
Cool but if they tell us to wait, then stay were done wit it/
But if they tell us to bring it, we'll have to bring it on/
And that will be the sign from the Lord that it's time to get it on/
The Philistines see us coming they got jokes for us/
But all I heard was the magic words, I'm so focused/
I'm coming in crawling, my armor bearer following/
Bodies are falling twenty men are slaughtered and were just starting/
The earth is shaking the people are getting scared/
The rest of the army is catching on realizing we're not there/
The Philistines are slaying each other confused/
Even Hebrews who came with them are now fighting for these dudes/
And men of Israel hiding in Mount Ephraim/
Are coming, since they heard they were running and were beating them/
Forget the odds, my God's got the majority/
And if He sends me to battle, I know he'll go to war for me.

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Verse 2: Stephen the Levite
Sometimes I feel like Phinehas sitting in the midst of Christian Idolatry/
Witnessing God get mad like Numbers 25:3/
Christian rap is getting equivalent to Catholicism/
Empty ritual and tradition mixed with Pagan religion/
I cry for the state of my poor nation/
But I spy one with a pagan whore in preparation for fornication/
Somebody hand me a javelin, I'll stand in my man's tent/
And jam it in him and the woman's abdomen/
Adonai has had it with sin in the camp and it's/
Ample time that we handle it wit zeal remaining passionate/
There’s a plague and these just don't understand that/
It's the result of their actions of sin and it's running rampant/
I'm asking how long do you want it to last kid/
How long will you sin, setting aside God's commandments/
For man made inanimate objects and idols/
Lead by the flesh, putting you pleasure before the bible/
Simply for the sake of secular status or title among men/
But God says your sin is disgusting/
So all of that junk should be counted as dung then/
Sick like the dirt that came out of Eglon when the dagger was thrust in.

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Verse 3: Stephen the Levite
Sometimes I feel like I might be the only one but God points to first Kings/
Sayin' "you know, you sound like Elijah in chapter nineteen/
Let me take it back a chapter to show you the deal/
With these pagan prophets who thought they could battle the God of Israel/
Tell everybody to meet me at Mount Carmel/
Bring the prophets of Hip Hop and those who eat wit' Jezebel/
Shame on you believers who dance on the line between the True/
God and the pagan Hip Hop idol you need to choose/
I know its eight hundred and fifty against me/
But God sent me to prove to y'all that Hip Hop is empty/
Somebody give me two mics without wires/
And we'll offer our freestyle sacrifices without fire/
If you believe in your god then call on his name/
I'll do the same, but let the true and living God answer wit' flames/
They freestyled all mourning but nobody answered/
I mocked them they got louder, and cut themselves with lancets//
It’s past six and your mics are still cold/
Y’all cut yourselves for nothing rhymes are still old/
Now it's my turn/
Put my mic in a bucket of ice clear my throat twice, tell my God he's nice and watch the mic burn/
Who can use a one man squad/
To prostrate the pagan hearts of Jews and make them say "Yahweh is God!"/
Who makes idols prophets look like ventriloquist/
Speaking for objects and personas that never will exist/
Who brings the ill wind earthquake and fire/
But still speaks in delicate whispering to Elijah/
The God of Abraham Isaac and Israel/
The God of Stephen the Levite, and the God of Darrell L. Bell.

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