It’s the S.O.I. (Sons of Intellect Anthem)

INTRO
It's Phanatik you know how I do
In a rage flip the page with cage-52
And ain't no stopping that on top of that
I got Ambassador blasting you with the facts

CHORUS
It's the S.O.I. unify glorify
Recognize the Most High El- Shaddai
Realize you can't run you can't hide
We verbalize just to open up the eyes
It's the S.O.I

VERSE ONE (Phanatik)
Who brings the pain along with the prominence
Dominant with godly wisdom not just common sense
Omniscient in the repertoire with the rest
Of the attributes that disputes man's best
And guess who keeps the toughest emcees on they knees
In the midnight hour saying please
To the same God they dissed on they album
From the office of the White House to the slums in Shaolin
I challenge the smartest to the phattest
Rhyme-flipping acrobatist
To step up and tell us what's the status
I'm not rhyming so you can give me mines
I pull strings so that the Son's light can shine through your mini-blinds
See anytime you see me and mines holding mics
It's only so the Son can be seen in a whole new light
Coz ever since the days of my youth
I've been out to raise the roof
To shed light and help men gaze at truth
This ain't pain this is passion you seeing
This ain't a game though we was in Athens Colosseum
Being chased while crying
Getting ate by lions
Showing faith while dying
As we wait for I AM

VERSE TWO (Ambassador)
Like thugs scramble at a raided drug scandal
I tried to run from Christ but got turned around like cars by a jug handle
I met the Son the One that even loves vandals
How much?
More than sick kids love Campbell's
More than romantics love candles
He made me holy but let me stay rugged like Lugz sandals
You can't believe this
You see this ordinary outside
But something's significantly different so your mouth's wide open
You're scoping a hypostatic mixture
God indwelling a man is butter what a picture
Crackpots who hit the jackpot rolling with Christ
Like businessmen with the laptops we set the backdrop
Sin is ugly
Wrecks more lives than drunk drivers and plus we've
Seen it turn hard rocks to slushies
You're a dreamer if you see this world with no Redeemer
And thinking it will still hold up
That's like a thigh with no femur
This once crazy once shady
Never wanted just one lady
Met the Loophole kid and did a 180
One saved me
Jesus the right one baby
Praise the God who brought me out like He did blacks out of slavery
Call the Navy, His love is sea deep and wavy
We wave the white flag surrendering to God who made the
Whole world with the design flyer than Paisley
Christ the Chief Shepherd and we're the First Lady
The Church and when He comes back you know we're Swayze
No ifs ands or maybes we're out like the eighties

VERSE THREE (KJ-52)
Who is He?
Yo stop the blasphemies
I go into battle steady charging like some batteries
Graduate first class in Cross Movement academies
Phanatik, Ambassador to stimulate your faculties
Refute theologies if they laced up with heresies
You gets no apologies if you running with the Pharisees
Laying with the dogs then you waking with the fleas
5-2 spitting words deep like Pacific seas
I verbalize full circle 360 degrees
Dust be getting Shocked into Heaven's Mentalities
Lyrical missionary directed by His Majesty's
Triple Trinity that reigns now in theocracies
Overweight lyrics might clog my arteries
But your hypocrisies will become your casualties
So smoking trees only leaves fatalities
I'm waiting for the day the whole world comes to its knees
Hooked up with the Movement to form these dynasties
So underfed emcees come and get your calories