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Full Time L.P track listing

1. Full Time Intro
2. What’s That Sound (full track)
3. Utter Rubbish Interlude
4. Rhymes
5. Full Time
6. Get You Knees Up
7. Vessels
8. Get Back Up
9. Babatunde Agimula Interlude
10. Lean it On Me
11. Deeper Love
12. Majesty
13. Revelation Interlude
14. Ride or Run
15. 10 Seconds Interlude
16. Fellowsip of the king (featuring Greenjade)
17. What Would I Be Like
18. Forgive Me
19. Grita Tu Nombre (Shout Your Name)

Full time lyrics

What’s that Sound?

Written by: J. Morson, D. Plumb, P. Laryea, K. McGlade.

CHORUS: It’s a new sound in town/What’s that sound?/Its how we get down/What’s that sound?/Playing on the radio/What’s that sound?/everywhere we go/What’s that sound?

Navig8or: You might just, find yourself asking/What’s that sound, your breath gasping/Spitting over sounds that leave you chest clasping/Too long Godly rappers been watching respect pass them/I’m sick of hearing the same old mess, you are too?/This is something new and fresh for ear drums to pass through/29 will blast you with hits from many angles/Hit you and convict till you can’t walk like bendy ankles/Still I rhyme, full time evangelist/You’re so gripped when we spit yet you can’t handle it/Dismantle it and find truth to change your life/You dis us but hear the Godly sounds and say I’m right.
I’ll guarantee you ain’t heard a sound so blessed before/From us Jesus freak peeps living right next door/Be sure when you hear the freshest sound and ask who is it/God’s people 29 got plenty to do with it.

Dangerous: What’s that sound?/Its something in particular 29 rock the shows stacking up the fixtures/It’s a mixture of rhymes heavy like scriptures/As we flip ya, we’re just coming to assist ya/With the truth breaking up your fall like a parachute/Point my book got your hands up screaming don’t shoot/Ooh I’m coming fresh with the sound/Compound pressure on the crowd as my brow frowns/Heavy sounds abounding, 29 demanding/Much respect for Christ as the verses keep rolling/Grounding feet of peeps with beef as the beat drops/Leaving them shamed like a monk in boxers and socks/True dream team on the scene, my boys gleam/Letting off steam on the mic spitting pristine/Clean explicit content from the first round/We got the crowd knockout singing ‘what’s that sound?’

McGladius: Found in God, a modern day bard/Ambassador for Christ not defined by a chart/Won’t fade into the landscape by wearing camouflage make-up/I don’t spit to fit in; I spit to tell my peers to wake up/So forget the hype, fakes and Jedi mind tricks/Truth so profound it would make medicine sick/Two Nine the quiet storm, a break from the norm/Life changing truths that would make punk rockers conform/And I ain’t no clown so don’t call me Ronald/And cause there’s a ‘Mc’ before ‘Glade’ in my last name don’t mean you can buy me in Mc Donald’s/I’m already bought, through Christ’s suffering and sorrows/Founded on faith, hope and love so I don’t fear tomorrow/And yes were unconventional. Four men in accord/That means we are four-dimensional/Other crews’ sit back fishing for fifties and tens/29 pick up the mic cause we’re fishers of men.

Mr Prince: Yeah it’s us again, back again bring it raw again/Known to set the trend, turn the volume dial back up again/Throwing down rhymes that make your spine tingle/Infiltrate the industry with numerous albums, CD's, and singles/The mix is simple, heavy truths laced over obese beats/Got us in high demand like fat kids with cakes and sweets/Our styles unique on the streets like Chrysler/Paying whack emcees variable rate interest like a Barclays bank ISA/We ignite ya like a matchstick, hold you like Bostic/Sometimes were abrasive guess you could call us caustic/But its all about the lost kids its not about us/Unlike the US were for real when we say in God we trust/And yes you must be crazy thinking you could hold us down/Grip up the industry rocking with the fresh hip-hop sound /So what you saying now, bopping with and upside down frown.

RHYMES

Written by: D. Plumb, K. McGlade, J. Morson.

CHORUS: I take my mic into your club and show the rhymes that I wrote/I take my beats into the streets and show the rhymes that I wrote/ I take my pad into your house and show the rhymes that I wrote/God gave me the skills I’m proud of the rhymes that I wrote.

Dangerous: Mics DJs, b-boys on the floor/I love hip-hop music but I love god more/Cos I would never be ripping it tight if it wasn’t for him/No I’d never be gripping the mic if it wasn’t for him/So always I'm repping for Jesus up in my area/And if you don’t like my rhymes (hee hee) I couldn’t care lesser/Cause I wasn’t named dangerous for nothing
I’m bringing something of substance gangsta emcees getting me all despondent/Cos 29 boys know how to rep with respect/Plus eject lyrical flows that get minds all in check/With much prep, now were full time taking over the set/Jesus said go so we roll and take control like parole/Throw your hands up – up for Christ and up for true life/Cos true life is what I’m given, And in the light is how I’m living/So if you’re sinning stop ha join the club we all fall short/But in Christ were endorsed like trainers and sport.

Navig8or: Ten years of penmanship and still refining my craft/With 29 defining the art letting Jesus shine in my heart/Some rappers are bent on six figures and climbing the charts/Me? I want change while you play my rhymes in your cars/I take time to reflect cos my rhymes reflect me/Plus give God respect and fulfil what I expect to achieve/So enough with that nonsense about guns girls and clothes/I don’t run with no hoes I stun the world with my flows/Roll up to your shows and flip the rhymes that I wrote/Rely upon Holy Ghost so I don’t get dry in my throat/No boasts or champagne toasts just the power of God/And when we start rhyming expect to get showered upon.

McGladius: Is this too dogmatic? Too mellow dramatic? Too charismatic?/Politically incorrect? Or too pragmatic?/Is it too blatant? Jargonistic? Unrealistic?/“Hey guys what about this lyric should I risk it?”/I mean I don’t want to preach or exert upon/But I guess this happens when we read a magazine or turn the TV on/Or walk into a class with a lecturer who says he’s objective/I mean he says he’s liberal, but I still sense the subjective/Then there are these emcees that say they rap conscious, metaphorically thoughtless/Trapping themselves in a mediocre moralistic thought process/Claiming they speak the truth then hide it in metaphor/If they knew the truth then what would they hide it for?/So many voices, some whisper and some shout/See lips moving but nothing coherent comes out/So I just share my heart cause debate breeds’ frustration/Life the question. Faith the journey. God the destination.

Full Time

Written by: D. Plumb, J. Morson, P. Laryea, K. McGlade.

CHORUS: Sit back and listen while we flow -Its full time baby/Sit back and listen while we flow -Its full time baby/Sit back and listen while we flow -Its full time baby/Sit back and listen while we flow -Its 29 baby!

Navig8or: Back in business, who is this? Number one on the hits list/Fully employed to spit with God’s permission to rip this/I’m a witness but don’t expect a front door visit/Just check weather reports for 29 assured blizzards/My wish is that young peeps would seriously get a hold/We lift Jesus high he draws more men than a playboy centrefold/When I flow, you better know it’s for only one reason/To see people changed as quick as the English summer season/The young are bleeding, needing feeding but I’m seeing/Their role models are shoddy obsessed with sex, drugs and thieving/So turn the page, 29 here to curb the rage/Teach young people from an early age, how to earn a wage/It’s our turn to blaze, and best believe we’ve had enough/Stepped out on faith, yeah, you may say we’re mad enough/So what, who said we wouldn’t do it, every dream we pursue it/ Some may say we blew it, but when we’re done they’ll say ‘We knew it’.

Dangerous: The reason I’m spitting is here descriptively written/Its straight pinning the sinning that I'm kicking and hitting/My mission is clear I’m driven there’s no time to be illing/Inspiration from god not smoking or women/Putting my skill in whilst god is transforming my will into/A force of submission that’s enforced by my praising/Constantly killing my flesh to keep in fresh direction / Christ projection keeping it top speed like fuel injection/Foot to the floor, making sure I'm keeping it hardcore keeping it pure / Kicking open doors that’s what I’m here for/I’m the Latin quarter repping in 2004/Cuando vengo crowds get son burned like a gringo/Check my lingo, Peligroso, bringing it bilingual/Plus heavenly language making my spine tingle/We full time you can read it written clear in the vision/Taking the message long distance like a carrier pigeon.

McGladius: My eloquence has no relevance in your presence/Forget elegance, I’m as subtle as elephants/So I forget hesitance, stamp on religious reverence/And disregard loveless experiments into the spiritual/That deny miracle and massage themselves whilst claiming to be transcendently spiritual/You’d find more truth on the vitamin chart of a cereal/Which would nourish and fortify your temple/Or you could spend three hours breaking a sweat on a treadmill/And still, have the abs that could achieve a cheap thrill/And still, write pandering philosophy with an authentic ink quill/And kill, your heart and be led by your mind/Become a slave to the times and live a life that really tried/To explore outside of the box/Hiding behind an academics applause when the supernatural knocks.

Mr Prince: Was working twenty four seven, I’as living life on the grind/Got head hunted, God said “Work for me, full time”/I had to jet from the business that I had previously started ‘bout to start earning six figures, it seemed like I was retarded/When I got showed the game plan that’s when it all made sense/Upon the heavenly scales six figures equalled pence/Had to repent set my sights back on heavenly things/heavenly bling, so now I bop street with a heavenly swing/We got connections, were employed by a heavenly King/I tune my ears so when He speaks I hearing everything/Now rocking shows on the regular, the sound you hearing superb/The beats got you light headed like you was smoking the herb/Like “oh my word” stop 29 “you must be absurd”/Spit so quick on the mic we leave your vision all blurred/And yeah you heard right, were doing this thing full time/Platinum album disc best get yours cos I’m getting mine.

GET YOUR KNEES UP

Written by: D. Plumb, J. Morson, P. Laryea
Featuring: Emma Owen From The Tribe

CHORUS: Oh we’re having a party/Get your knees up/Oh we’re getting it started/Get your knees up/All my boys all my girls/Get your knees up /Step back and do a twirl/ Get your knees up.

Dangerous: You know that’s what we came to do/Ooh hoo some of you thought we came to preach at you/Speak at you, but let me show you how we do/Cos 29 family like to party too/And everywhere we go we take the Holy Ghost/So you know that when we party that we party the most/If you’re a lady come in don’t take off your clothes/We don’t want to see that aaaah exposed/You know that when we bring it then we bringing it hot/Its just the way we roll yo we’re blowing the spot/If you get tired like Q-tip breathe and stop/I’m the lyrical Lancelot commanding you to dance a lot/Move a lot let those knees bend/Non exclusive club so bring a friend/Its hot right here and were setting a trend/Now it’s about time we flipped that chorus again.

Navig8or: You know what the deal is when we’re having a ball /I see you it’s illegal to be grabbing the wall/It’s a real party, and the bar is free/Dance with me, sipping cokes without Bacardi/Ask me? It’s the best atmosphere in town/When I walked/in the room nobody stared me down/I love it, cos it’s clean ain’t no smoke up in the air/It’s all jokes up in here and no one’s choking up beer/Brothers looking fresh, girls are decently dressed/Ain’t no need to impress when I leave I feel blessed/No drunkardness but get those knees up/Ease up, b-boy drop a heavy freeze up/No need for weed and stuff, we’re free from lust/Peeps can come in off the street and just feel the love/So get the chicken wings get on the ding-a-ling/Call the peeps, lift them knees let this thing begin.

Mr Prince: Well known for being the crew that make the crowd stop/Two-nine step on the stage cant be stopped, wont be stopped/Straight to the top with lyrics and beats that make you shake/Ground breaking, upset your balance, just like and earthquake/Leaving you blinking and twitching/while we be flippin and rippin/the beats be tasty like chicken/D cooked them up in the kitchen/All the crowds they be smitten/Cause of the rhymes that we written/Rappers get whacked take a licking/Whenever 29 be spitting/And yo we never be quitting/Won’t find us slacking or sitting/Make moves stay focused got vision/Guess you could say that were driven/Quit all our illin and sinning/Cut off the clubs and fast women/Its just the cross and the blood /Effects the way that we living/Whenever 29 come on the stage you know we preach the one/Christ crucified eternally throned heavenly son/When you hear the good news it make you shake and wanna groove/Cos 29 fam you know we like to party too.

VESSELS

Written by: P. Laryea, D. Plumb, J. Morson, K. McGlade

CHORUS: Vessels, instruments, tools in the hands of the Master/Running this race, no superstars/We’re just vessels, instruments, tools in the hands of the Master/Gotta work harder, run faster.

Dangerous: Hand-crafted, encoded with the Spirit, kinda like hieroglyphics complex like quantum physics/I am human, but my message is simple like the gospel you can read in the bible first four books of new testament/Despite my past being repellent I’m on a journey old things adjourn new things are born/I live and learn/ where things of my King are concerned/like my passion fashioned in my early years tested through my fears pains and tears/Its been years now but I’m still going my faith is still growing through things that God’s showing/To be true so I’m here to bless you the listener/God’s the main feature I’m just a practitioner/Here to show in love the things that I’ve gained from His Word the Bible was written just to give you a lyrical hug/So please understand I don’t mind if I fade to black/I’m just a vessel and I love it what d’you think about that?

McGladius: Bring me into the wide-open space where I’m vulnerable/I’m a man now I got to move off of the soluble/Into daily encounters with Gods living spirit/Take my hands off the wheel, close my eyes and let Him steer it/To experiences and realms that I’ve never known/Finish each day with a true sense that I’ve grown/Faced my fears, know my purpose, prayed through the night/Not to process information but be given true sight/Into the unknown, the untold, the unseen/See the bigger picture that doesn’t revolve around me/Fall to my knees, surrender my abilities, use my availability/Standing on a stage or when I’m in soliloquy.

Mr Prince: The devil tries to frustrate me like he does all God pleasers /Pay him no mind keep my eyes focused on Jesus/Keep my sights set on the prize plus the goal/Sit back let my fear go while the Spirit takes control/Cause I’ve been blessed since the days of my youth/Living proof that God can keep me for being extinct like sabertooth/I spill like juice, settle your hang ups like a noose/I asked God to take control as if my name was Bruce/Almighty, so now me and God are alrighty/Follow the God that able to spit bare bars and excite me/Hold tightly to the truths that I’ve been told/Since five years old, his name is so much more pressures than Gold/Stand before God bold, a soldier, servant, friend and son/I pledged my life to Christ meaning that he is number one
I fade to black; see that Christ remains in centre stage/He to be praised, eternally throned, ancient of days/Amazed that he could use a simple nobody like me
A mended vessel if it weren’t for Christ broken is what I would be.

Navig8or: It’s amazing how God uses the foolish things of this life/Like using me to write, and bring to this mic/Fifteen years old, singing for Christ/With teenage insecurities, but somehow winning the fight/And there was years of preparation to just get here/God making moulding and shaping, hoping my break was next year/But I had to learn patience, learning to obey/Pick the mic up when He says and when He’s done put it down again/What’s my name? Man it doesn’t even matter/Just an instrument being used to see the Farmer’s seed get scattered/Still I’m grateful I’m able to walk this ordered path/No star but if you really want, I’ll sign your autograph/You see this rapper, I see a tool in the hand of the Master/Trying to follow after the heart of the Father/I’d rather you see it truly, without Him I’m nothing/I love Him, Jesus the one who made me something.  

Get back up

Written by: J. Morson, D. Plumb, P. Laryea.

Dangerous: Fighting everyday maybe I need to pray more give more/Say more maybe I’ve gotta be more/I gotta give it everything I have or ill be floored/Swinging up and down like a see saw (yee haw)/What goes on has a reason therefore/I gotta do it better than I was doing it before/Clean out my closet like Eminem (what for)/So I’m not like him when I spit on the platform/On form reformed – new creation born/Gotta keep on point like the horn of a unicorn/Feeling weak? Then its time to pick up the phone/Roll out with my boys like Al Capone/No sweat hearing threats but I'm bringing it home/Feeling good battle bloody but I'm still in the zone/Ah! See my medals cause they shine like chrome/Keep fighting till the day I go home (chao).

People try to get me down well I just, Get back up/Everyday is like a battle but I just,
Get back up/Never gonna give it up I gotta, Get back up/Still here no fear I gotta, /Get back up

Navig8or: We’re in a race whether you like it or not/No time to waste, tie your lace, tight in a knot/One chance to do this thing so I’m hyping the spot/Writing a lot, running fast with my eye on the clock/Full time on the grind no one holding me back/Try to lie trip me up but I’m knowing the facts/Ay yo, I do fall down but I get up again/Changing lanes, high speed like a jet or a train/My time to shine in the wet and the rain/Getting the blame for coming in and blessing the game/Young peeps God’s calling you to get up and fight/He’ll invest in your life, that’s why I’m blessing this mic/Trust me you can do it if you trust in Him/Forget the negatives start running to win/You start falling down when you’re loving your sin/But you get up when you see you’re the son of a King.

If you’re a soldier on the frontline, GET BACK UP/Running out of time yo, GET BACK UP/We fall down but we, GET BACK UP/No time to mess around, gotta, GET BACK UP.

Mr Prince: So many times that fall down/Devil hit me in my back so its war now/Gotta call upon the Lord make it raw now/All my soldiers got my back hit the floor now/Grip my armour grab my shield where my sword at?/Spit the word, tell the truth where the Lord at/Rap on track, midi disk CD or DAT/Gotta reach my peers with the truth before they fall flat/Pay no mind to the devil cause he’s all chat/Tried to say I wasn’t saved he got his jaw whacked/Neck cracked, gorged back and his back slapped /Jesus rose up from the cross, yo he did all that/Thank the lord for the victory that he’s given you/Stand up kid you’re a solider you’ll get through its bru/Its just a test all the troubles that you going through/Just remember Jesus died and he rose for you.

Do you know what the time is, Get back up/Gotta represent for Christ Kid, Get back up/Yo the battles never nice kids, Get back up/Child of the king yo your priceless, Get back up.

Lean it on me

Written by: D. Plumb, P. Laryea, J. Morson, K. McGlade.

CHORUS: If you don’t wanna take it lean it on me/Feel like you can’t carry it lean it on me/Feeling heavy weight then lean it on me/Feel like you can’t navigate lean it on me.

Dangerous: Sometimes my brothers maybe wanna confide/Ten seconds and I’m out hold up by his side/I take pride in my crew so I try to provide/A platform for truth for me and them to reside in/Plain to see its good when brothers dwell in unity/So if in need, sit 'me down and brew 'em up some tea/There’s much love and I’m not afraid to show it either/Give 'em room to breathe try not to be selfish either/We familia, so I keep 'em close, treat em good/As I should doing everything I can for this hood/This crew, this bunch sharing jokes and lunch/I gotta hunch they got my back when it comes to the crunch time/Divine meeting with every single one of them/begin again, I do it all the same again I’d live again / with each one of them holding it down by my side/breaking my pride inside helping me to survive.

Navig8or: Been through a lot together, and still moving still dreaming/Still growing through cold and hot weather and still beaming/Some friends are for a season, you brothers for life/No backstabbers the kind I can trust around my wife/Different family backgrounds, and various colours/It’s the same the bloodline that we share in as brothers/And I will do my best to have your back and not stab it/Mi casa es tu casa, if I’m poor or live lavish/So lean it on me, when it’s getting too much to bear/I love to share, need someone to trust I’m there/Need prayer or direction, Navigator is here/Need brotherly affection, I’m just waiting to care/I know some don’t like you and wanna disrespect/Because of your intellect and that you’re quick to bless/So I’ll hold up your name and cover your corner/Cos under the Son it’s warm and you get more brothers than Warner.

Mr Prince: It feels so good to be sitting here penning these rhymes/Emotions well up when I think of all the lows and the highs/Laughs and the cries that we shared through the months and the years/Sharing all with you, including all my weakness and fear/We shed tears, in times of trouble you’ve been closer than close/That why with every chance I get I raise you up like a toast/And yes I boast, cause a crew like this is real hard to find/That’s why I pray we’ll be together for a very long time/Give you room to shine, seek your best at every turn/Slow to speak, quick to listen try to be quick to learn/My concern is to bring out your very best/And it’s no stress, when times get hard/I got a strong shoulder where you can rest / I invest time and my energy/Giving the best of me/Helping you through so you can be the man your meant to be/You strengthen me, you plus me equals synergy/No matter what the problem you can lean it on me.

McGladius: My mind reflects to times when I couldn’t ride a beat/Yet surrounded myself in brothers who saw talent to be released/Encouraged my style, my accent, rhymes/Nourished my confidence, my integrity, this is family ties/Telling me that I had it in me/To pick up the mic and be a credible emcee/And now see, rapping for God and making ends meet/And I’ll keep coming back like Sound Of Music repeats/Cos my hunger for truth and freedom is unquenchable/And the fact that you hear me rapping is by no means incidental/Pre-destined, pre-meditated and pre-the birth of time/When I rap its got heritage, these are no ordinary rhymes/And so we stand in a line, inextricably intertwined/Four different men stand tall like city skylines/“We all need” somebody to lean on/29 unite, four pillars that stand strong.

A deeper love

Written by: K. McGlade, D. Plumb, J. Morson
Featuring: Hope Plumb and Matt Edwards.

CHORUS: You will find, that love should never be this way/You will find that perfect love will drive away/All fear, so save yourself the hurt and pain/Choose the only way to show someone you love them.

McGladius: Out of the overflow of the mouth the heart speaks/Or maybe it’s our actions? Fear of interaction/Security based on physical attraction, or exaggerated actions/Of a macho man persona, who got the looks and who looks the toner/You cant compete so your roles the loner/So your eyes wander to images that don’t talk back/Spend three minutes with Miss Magazine and leave with your confidence intact/But your self-respect in tatters. Image of love distorted and shattered/A double click and in a flash your whole integrity just got sabotaged/Its sad, woman as a slave, emotionally affirmed man/And of course self-gratification/Then you meet someone you love with porn as your only education/A stumble. A hesitation. Not a computer pop-up but the crowning chapter in creation/Requiring love and conversation. Not manipulating words and sexual persuasion/The double minded man never gave anything but frustration/So lets drop the personal venture/Man and woman together to share in the adventure.

Dangerous: What you looking at?/Drooling over mtv lack of sleep from images making you so horny/You scorn me now but the truth hits as your mind blips/Frequently thinking on girls bits with tips and tricks/From an industry bent on selling sex/All about what you have and how you flex so you/Sign the next cheque take on the next debt/Adding to a picture collection of girls you never met NO/Relationships just quick fixes /Secular transcript reads “Do what your oop says”/Pressurised young minds turn sex into conquests/Notches on bedposts scoring love into recess/Hard to digest how man curses what’s blessed/Lack of control of the mind always strengthens the flesh/But we still battle with lust the ultimate temptress/Devil disguised in a red dress leaving your mind in a mess.

Majesty

Written By: J. Morson, K. McGlade, P. Laryea, D. Plumb.

Navig8or: The king clothed in majesty, glory round about Him/Imperial Lord, with angelic creatures surrounding/Astounding, abiding in a place where time’s non-existent/An everlasting, eternal life that knows no distance/“I will go” as He steps into human weak frame/Where time restrains, and human bodies feel pain/Conceived in a young maid, a young Jewish male/Father’s a carpenter, but this boy’s the King who we hail/No foolish tale but a story of epic proportions/Jesus, conceived out of wedlock but no abortion/Born for a purpose, treated as worthless/A prince born in cow fodder as if born in the circus/Grimy and gritty, it’s nothing pretty/Forget the Christmas cards this is something sickly/Through Nazareth and Galilee, Jesus born and raised/Immanuel, God with us, the path to greatness is paved.

Mr Prince: Can you imagine, He’s the ultimate expression of love/Veiled in flesh the man God, Left his thrown to walk this lowly sod/Externally non extraordinary, yet orderly in speech and thought/Age 12, found teaching teachers in the temple courts/Mid teens now facing the fears and pressures of adolescence/Yet whilst his peers are stressing he looks up to the farther for blessings/And it impressive how he lives a faultless youth/Already showing signs and proof that he is the way, the door, the life, the truth/A little older now a carpenter, well know in his town/Jesus of Galilee, baptised by John in the Red sea/The farther spoke from heaven “this is my son in whom I’m well pleased”/Test passed, onto the next stage of his ministry at 30/Peeps can’t believe what they seeing now/He’s doing healings now, the blind see and the death hear/The lame regain their feeling now/He’s quick to speak against hypocrisy, plus spiritual bureaucracy, Followed by thousands yet earmarked for death by the Pharisees/They can’t stand the light and so they made a plot to take his life/30 silver coins, to crucify the Messiah, Jesus the Christ.

McGladius: Dizzy, dazed, being led to an open grave/Hundreds of scowling faces hatred with venomous hatred pave his way/Spitting, shouting, unrestrained violence/Drenched in blood, stripped, whipped, but dignified in His silence/No objection, no defiance/Carrying the instrument of His execution such was his compliance/Stumbling, tripping, flesh already open continues ripping/As the thorns burrow deeper into His head/The agony grows more intense with every step that He treads/All He sees is red from the blood seeping out of His head/Now it’s dripping from His hair, He’s there, at the foot of His fate/Laid out prostrate he waits. As nails plunge into His flesh and sinews/The horrors only begun, the torture continues/Hoisted high like a bloody flag of obscenity/Muscles spasm, bones disjoint, histories greatest tragedy/Darkness spares human eyes from watching His body contort in agony/As His spirit is tormented with every human nightmare, fear and horrific happening/His breath shortens, the battles fought, He begins to diminish/Looks out at His creation, His last gasp, “It is finished”.

Dangerous: Pull the cross down, body bare, handled without care/Bodies pale bodies cold a sense of guilt lies in the air/Rough wood stained red from the blood that was shed/Limbs strained as they’re wrenched from the nails that held him there/In hell, Jesus tortured but still stands to preach/Comfort between sounds of weeping and gnashing of teeth/Ultimate love displayed through most hellish of doom/Whilst his body lies wrapped up in linen in a tomb/But now he switches, through the darkness his body twitches/Heart begins to pulse as his muscle flinches/The earth quakes and angel takes his place and rolls the stone out/The roman guards start to shake and then they pass out/Just like he already said he had to be killed dead/Now He’s living and breathing instead no more thorns in his head/The crucifixion was nasty scary and bloody/But thanks be to Jesus who rose up and set us free.

Ride or Run

Written by: J. Morson, K. McGlade, P. Laryea, D. Plumb

CHORUS: If you wanna ride, then you best be ready(x3)
If you’re not ready, then you better run.

Navig8or: This is God’s business, no time for games sonny/It’s not funny, go join the circus if you wanna play dummy/This Christian walk is ruddy, it may get bloody/Get ready for sweat buddy, it may get wet and muddy/It’s not a crutch that carries me, it’s a cross I carry / I’ve seen Christians who got shabby, turn back and lost their savvy/To follow Christ you need guts, be prepared to lose friends/I’ve seen Muslims turn to Christ their own families wanted to shoot them/Forget popularity, and sometimes family/Be prepared to stand up and speak against depravity/See this world hates Jesus so they’re gonna hate you too/They’ll be wanting to make you lose every time you make your moves/So if you wanna ride with us if you’re gonna survive be tough/Put down your pride , surrender your life, lay aside your lusts/It’s Christ and us, join the ranks, know your position / Know the vision is snatching others off the road to perdition.

Dangerous: I step to the script and flip to keep the script strong/Keep lyrics straight from scripture like Scripture in Song, I’m Don Peligroso don’t put a foot wrong/I Keep sturdy on my legs and beat my chest like King Kong/You think my tongues twisted but I’m speaking in tongues/I lay hands and you might swing around merrily like ding dong/Probing into things that make you think hard and long/You think my minds twisted but its straight as a prongue/Each day is a battle but hold on stay in the saddle/It’s a white knuckle ride if you cant afford it don’t haggle/The Good Book is my tackle, keeps me on fire so I snap crackle and pop/Equipped with my mic for any beat you wanna drop
The hip-hop don’t stop plus my production smashed off so make a choice crash off or pull the trigger and blast off/I don’t care where you’ve come from, old or young, rich or bum/You’re time is done right now? Its ride or run.

McGladius: I surround myself in eagles and innovating peoples/Manifestations of the heart; not actors, stained glass and steeples/Lethal. Like capital punishment needles/You’re standing by my side or clutching your knees in the foetal/Position. Navy Seal condition, no promise of recognition/Your actions speak louder, your lifestyles your audition/Submission. To the hand that rocks the cradle/Always speak life, so I’m in a constant state of post-natal/Bliss. Represent like a b-boy with a strapped up wrist/Conquering enemy kingdoms like a megalomaniac playing risk/Walking the hard line, not here to undermine/But if you wanna ride then you better have the spine/Be transformed by the renewing of your mind/He said it Himself “The blind can’t lead the blind”/Constantly aware our time here is leased/So I take my eyes off the world and look to the East.

Mr Prince: This life that we’re living for Christ its never easy/Your gonna face some battles to ride man believe me/We’ve been working hard for 10 long years/Industry shown no love, it’s been sweat blood, tears/I face my fears, stand strong Ephesians 4:13/Realise that the battles won by Christ in me
Right, Christ’s the key for riding; if your gonna be down/As for me I ride for the prize, in Christ I be found/I’m pressing in; I’m pressing hard cause I gotta win/No points for doing good/That’s standard when you got Christ as your King/Yo living for him is hard but its gotta be done/No bed of roses in fact you’ll probably be the first to get hung/When this verse is done, you’ll get ten seconds to make up your mind/Pick up your cross, switch

What Would I Be Like?

Written by: J. Morson, K. McGlade, P. Laryea, D. Plumb

Mr Prince: I dread to think what I’d be like if Christ hadn’t bailed me out/Weak and insecure and cursed with a very dirty mouth/No manners, lacking common sense with no social skills/Led astray by fake friends, drinking plus popping pills/I’d be a shallow individual most concerned with myself/Stacking up my wealth, with no regards for anyone else/ Quick to speak, and slow to listen I’d be self-obsessed/A paranoid insomniac, I’d be at best depressed/In actual fact thinking about it, I’d probably be a ladies man/Black book in hand, known for impregnating ladies across the land/Jack the lad, With 7 kids not knowing one of their names/No cards or presents at Christmas or even on their birthdays/I’d bop street stone facing, iced out with bling/Check my swing, you wouldn’t think that I’d be phased by a thing/But really inside I’d be broken, hungry searching for love Like R-Kelly calling heaven cause I need a hug/I’m thanking God that he found me/ And that he set my life straight/If it weren’t for him my life wouldn’t have amounted to nate!

Navigator: What would I be like if I wasn’t here flipping the script?/Probably living shady with a lady or somewhere acting crazy/Maybe pushing a baby trying to make these ends meet/Trying to please fake friends and parents trying to keep them sweet/Friends with police cos they’d probably have me on file/Heart breaking inside but still wearing a big neon smile/Underachiever, no focus, always procrastinating/Young female aggravating, trying to fulfil every fleshly craving/If it wasn’t for parents praying I’d be locked up in the slammer/The sensitive cat, like Gallagher, known for striking back in anger/I’d be weak and insecure but trying to front like all that/Chatting the chat on the street but in my room just fall flat/And that’s real, without Christ I’d be nought and I speak the truth/Trying to be cool but evil inside waiting to strike like Pickachu/Look at me wrong sonny and boy I’d have beef with you/I’d be confused with religion, probably half Sikh, half voodoo/Looking for the answers wanting to seek for truth/But thank God Christ found me and was able to see me through.

Dangerous: Picture me in a pub with multiple dubs and
multiple girls in multiple hugs/ with multiple drugs sold to multiple thugs/ stacking cash from the hash sold in multiple clubs/I would be a self made escapade getting laid/With any girl I could jade into thinking I was worth all the pain/ I would dish,
Leave her standing in the rain feeling dissed/While I was out chasing up on her friend…./Let me embellish the picture, through a portion of scripture/Proverbs 20 verse 1 speaks of a drunken Mr.,/Led astray by all the alcohol that’s he’s consuming/That would be me drinking and brewing turning my life into ruin/Id be slow to think quick to anger, bruised knuckles from fights/A foul mouthed fool spouting lyrics full of shhhhhh……../So I thank the lord that he delivered my life/ Cause if it wasn’t for him then that’s what id be like

McGladius: My bag would be full of Sartre, Plato and Freud/A wealth of knowledge, but internally feeling void/I’d get kicks from debates and flashes of wit/A trophy girlfriend, so friends would say ‘she’s fit’/I’d sit in circles and silence to try and get spiritual/I’d have lots of friends but let no one get near at all/I’d be profound, a one-dimensional clown/A pretentious member of the hip-hop underground/Cause the arts would probably be my God/Happiness found in applause and working hard/And the grass would always seem to be greener/Inability to make a decision would just make me weaker/An identity built on years of passing fades and phases/Put my hope in man, then blame God and become faithless/But the reality is, I had need and Jesus met it/And its only cos of Him that this verse is hypothetic.

Forgive Me

Written by: J. Morson, K. McGlade, D. Plumb

McGladius: Self-promotion, self-preservation and self-glory/It’s the same motives, same human instincts, the same story/A culture that doesn’t want to accept God/Pride, fear and anger that makes man unable to except love/And it’s the same yesterday, today and tomorrow/God is love, offers love. Yet mankind remains in its sorrow/And His model of love has been manipulated, tainted and borrowed/Until mans image of God has become twisted, perverted and sour/We reject His eternal love and become slaves to our weakness/Separating ourselves from God, He sees us but cant be near us/But there is hope. In Jesus Christ the truth was spoken/He didn’t come for the healthy; he came for the sick and broken/He stood in the gap, took our blame and bridged the separation/Call out to Him, he’ll make you clean and transform your situation/So there’s no fear, no shame, no hurt, no blame/He loves you, understands you, He’s calling you by name/

Dangerous: He walked with the same feet as us/Talked with the same lips as us
Felt hurt and pain like the rest of us/But he went through it worse than us/We made him famous claiming he was in ignoramus/With aimless recklessness we killed the stainless/And only blameless man to ever grace these stages/The rock of ages, who turns the pages/And writes the phrases, makes the water flow in the Euphrates/Do you hear me? He’s got the tools to make the changes/So if you’ve felt trapped in a dark place for ages/If you feel claustrophobic like prisoners shut in small cages/If the hurt and the pain inside of you blazes and rages/Its time to break the lock and snap the door from its hinges/Don’t sit on the fringes – the indecision could be endless/We need to let jesus the friend of the friendless come and mend us/Cause everybody knows this rugged life is never painless/But his love is so tremendous that he gave his life to save us/

Navigator: So what do you do from here? Since you’ve heard the truth/If your heart’s zinging like a burst of fruit, let me speak a word to you/You must respond, only a fool would do nothing/Some of you are fronting, its good news yet you refuse to rush in/First of all acknowledge, you’ve done wrong in God’s sight/Move towards the light when you realise you’re not right/Believe in your heart and declare Christ to be your maker/Life changer, acknowledge Him as your Lord and saviour/Receive His forgiveness, life and love into your heart/You’re in relationship now with the God of the second chance and new starts/Come as you are, on your own you can’t make a change/But let God rearrange, trust me you won’t stay the same/Make the decision to leave the old way of doing things/Enter into eternal life and walk with the king of kings/Turn your back on this world of death, sin and strife/But know your future’s bright, eternal life running things with Christ/

Grita Tu Nombre (We Shout Your Name)

Dangerous: !Gloria a dios! Vamonos from first verse to last chorus/Im wanting that name, and like sprite obeying my thirst/Feeling the rush crushing every negative feeling/Shout jesus name out but im never blaspheming/Lord god number one or I could say the primero/Peligroso with integrity trying to keep it sincero/Living under the shade of gods banner like a sombrero/Invest in prasing god like essais stacking dinero/Lift up his name in multiple languages/Take it in vain I might sue you for damages/ Probably not, but when it comes to his name I revere it/….id die for it, just so one more person could hear it/I fear it shudder at the very thought of its glory/So I grab mics and tell its story like jackanory/Try to ignore me, 29 bring it all the same/Grita tu nombre lord im shouting your name/

Navigator: Behind monotonous lyrical bars these emcees trap us/With devilish rhythms and sexual images they attack us/But like Donnie McClurkin we fall down and get back up/Persecuted for shouting Jesus but like Christmas we got this game wrapped up/Regardless, we will shout Your name in the musical market/Sons of the king, lyrics convicting so don’t expect the red carpet/Some artists keep the name of Jesus played down/That’s cool but our calling is to say it loud, like James Brown/In this lyrical playground, I’m not running for prestige/I’m running for one of the best seats in the heavenlies/Preferably, I wanna leave a legacy and leave my generation changed/Create a culture where they shout His name and not take it in vain/It’s simple and plain that name has power to heal the lame/That’s why I’ll speak it on mics without having to feel ashamed/That name is good, I’ll declare it until they can’t ignore us/We got victory cos God is for us so bring the chorus/


McGladius: Through trials and tribulations, hard times and congratulations/Through all the fazes and reservations, ignore the lies and character assassinations/I sing your praises in public places/causes your loves so real that I can almost taste it/So I embrace it, life is a struggle but with you I can face it/Your name I raise it, but the haters try to replace it/Jesus the very definition of love only a foolish man would forsake it/I’m taking small steps slowly stumbling towards my creator/So in the face of this world I will continue to labour/Not be dictated to and always try to love my neighbour/And I will savour every moment in your presence/Trample on my every fear and grip the mic without hesitance/The eternal residence (ah) my minds fixed and firmly focused/Where there’s room for the weak, the lost, the trampled and the hopeless/So in the midst of joy or the dry times when I’m broken/I shout your name Lord with every breath, thought, action and emotion/

Mr Prince: In the midst of many voices that be sounding the same/ I’m here in the game; I’m drowning so i'm shouting your name/While other profane, they laughing cause the think it’s a game/Don’t realise that you got power to raise the dead heal the lame/I sick of hearing you name shouted as a swear or a curse/I’m penning this verse, praying hard to set the trend in reverse/I’m shouting your worth; snatch you up like I was stealing a purse/But every where I turn they cursing at your name and it hurts/Only if they understood about the price you paid/Heavens king slain you took the cross and sealed the game/Only if they understood that heaven worships you/Fairest of ten thou to whom all of the praise is due/Only if the understood your coming back again/Not as a manger babe, you’re coming for your throne to claim/And as hearts melt from fear on that major day/I’ll not be afraid; I’ll just raise my hands and shout your name.