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Cross Movement - Solo Cristo
(from the album Heaven's Mentality)
© copyright 1997

Hook:
Yeah yeah yeah, whatcha want whatcha want?
Yeah yeah yeah, whatcha need whatcha need?
Yeah yeah yeah, whatcha got whatcha got?
Solo Christo, believe it or not!
Yeah yeah yeah, whatcha want whatcha want?
Yeah yeah yeah, whatcha need whatcha need?
Yeah yeah yeah, whatcha got whatcha got?
Solo Christo, yo, ya know the steelo!

Verse 1: The Tonic:
Looks like it’s quarter ta/
According to the long arm on your Nautica/
Bomb vise got you free Alisé swig/
Land Cruiser rig-Solo, Timbo, Tom Hilfig
It’s all by design/
“Yeah my dough, I gotta get mine” /
Your strictly melon, let others long rhyme/
The fact that you’re negligent is irrelevant/
‘Cause you still stomp through the street with more weight than an elephant/
When you aim you don’t miss/
Whether you come with the bom bom or the style of the drunken fist/
While like Hannibal find the flesh like a cannibal/
Trying to get the Xanadu smoking that cannabis botanical or botonical/
Got a cracked monocle/
Swearing you can comprehend the Holy Chronicle/
But what’s critical and what makes it so pitiful/
is that you don’t know what you were put here to do/
You sin more than Drac Not a thing you lack/
But Christ be beating on that head like a coon got slapped/
True dat true dat/
You can’t relax you’ll never have peace/
So you better react the confusion will never cease/
So pick option Solo Christo while you still living up in this piece

Hook:

The Ambassador:
Jesus, eternal Sonship
And He be One with the Father come get the only Son which/
The Savior comes with more flavor than the candy Fun-Dip/
Some trip but as for planet earth, the Savior runs it/
The drum kicks can’t beat em even with the drumstick/
One trip, He died so ye could have life who wants it/
M.I.C. aka: “microphone”
Solo Christo aka: “Christ Alone”

Verse 2: The Tonic:
You put the plug in the socket ‘til the thing gets hot/
To tighten up them fat curls on that knot/
Gotta rush, don’t want to get caught by the Disco feve’/
‘Cause the first 200 ladies get in free/
And, you believe in Cupid and you hope he got a laser sight/
‘Cause you come in gunnin’ for Mr. Right/
Which is usually Mr. Wrong/
You dance to the same song/
Maybe all life long/
Yeah, woman needs man, and that’s all legit/
but you give man a place that only God should get/
“Only” means “Solo”/
“Christ” means “Christo”/
Snap out the spell, it aint hard to tell/
Abbadeo! Agape, phileo/
Christ loves you more than Scarface loved Mayo/
And though both died/
One rose with the true halo/
And wants to hook you up with the right piece like Lego/
See, put God first and everything falls in order/
No doubt, ask yourself, “What’s it all about”/
Is it really about the chocolate type that buys you what you like/
Or a Logos love supreme to redeem that life/
Or is it about a hot dreamy steamy bump ‘n grind/
Or an everlasting passion that will blow that mind?

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