Yo name-drop, name-drop, laugh, laugh,
Welcome to mainstream rap; rap
Used to be about problems, used to be about issues-
Now when I hear it, man, I need a box of tissues.
Ha ha, you like that one-liner?
C-sharp on the track, call me “The Designer.”
Designer of what? Oh yeah, that’s right:
Designer of rhymes that get everyone hyped.
I drop bombs
With every single word that I say in these songs.
Haters, come out in ya throngs,
But I’m the king and you’re nothing but pawns.
You do what I say; you go where I lead.
I tell you to see; I tell you to breathe.
What I say is truth; I’ll make you believe.
What I say is fact; you better believe
I’m kidding; that’s not my approach.
I won’t conform and just sit here and boast
About things that don’t matter and things that don’t count,
Like drinking and smoking and running this town.
“Look at my cars and my house and my honeys.
Look at my chain and my clothes and my money.
Laugh in my songs when nothing is funny,
And everyone likes me; everyone loves me!”
Enough; enough is enough.
I am sick of the mainstream feeding this stuff
To the mouths of the hungry and the poor and the weak,
People searching for strength, trying to seek
A hero; someone to look up to.
A hero is somebody who loves you
And wants what’s best, wants what’s right,
Calms you down during your fright in the night.
I know the Answer; I know the Source.
Laugh if you want, try to knock me off course.
Tell me I’m stupid and tell me it’s farce.
No one can know what prayer does to my heart.
Prayer brings hope; what’s a thought do?
Prayer brings strength; what does talk do
If it’s not talk to God, the One who is above?
You take your “glory”; I'll take His love.

They tell me to follow my dreams,
But my ambitions differ from the singers playing on TV.
Radio airtime, racking up views online,
Climbing up the sales charts, like a product not a work of art;
No, see: It doesn't make a difference to me.

Ay yo, D-flat in the hizzie!
I like my lyrics clean, beats fresh, bass fizzy.
Call it childlike innocence,
Vocabulary's limited,
Whatever you wanna call it at least they have some sustenance.
Let's stop kidding around, get real for a verse:
You criticize us? Well now the roles are reversed!
Your messages are flawed; your words are perverse.
You're headed straight for the grave, driving your own hearse.
We say these things with love, look at it as constructive criticism,
Using the party life as your defensive mechanism.
Have the ability to be so much more,
Instead of wasting your talent on "the club" and "the floor."
As for us? Well we really dig the indie rock scene.
Gimme that “Midnight City” synth and a cup of chai tea.
You're free to join us "Christian hipsters" in obscurity,
But if not, enjoy being a part of the mainstream.

Your words are a cancer, the tumor’s not slowing.
I’m trying my best to keep it from growing.
We must cure this sickness, it must be shut down.
Joke time is over, I’m not kidding around.
You are the problem; you have it wrong.
You value the fame instead of the songs.
You try to be “cool”, try to be “dope”,
Forget to spread truth, forget to spread hope.
When you were a kid, is this what you wanted,
Obsessed with your image, concerned about money?
When I was a kid, I wanted Christ.
I lost sight of that once, it won’t happen twice.
What really matters, this life or the next?
I yearn to serve God because He’s the best
Desire you can have; put your flesh last.
Seek a new future, abandon your past:
Your past full of sin, your past full of shame.
Discover the Truth, discover His Grace.
Between Truth and Grace, a tension exists.
We must do our best to find the right mix.
If we follow His teachings, we’ll have our ascension.
Boys and girls, can I have your attention?
Whose message is better, God’s or the world’s?
Think what you want, but I’ll bet my life on the Word.

Pardon me while I use a cliche:
Sticks and stones can't compare to the things that you say.
What goes in is what comes out,
All the junk they hear about
In your rhymes is soaked up, and like a seed it sprouts
Into an idea you planted in their head;
Mild case of inception, like a disease it spreads.
Body fights it off, but through the system it threads.
Without lyrical medicinal aid, they're dead
In the water and your feet get hotter.
We've got a job to prevent all the slaughter.
So if being a super star is your goal, don't bother,
Hop on the bandwagon, think I'll stick with the Father;
Try to change hearts instead of corrupting minds,
Comfort the weak, give sight to the blind,
Because I've a love working through me, breathing new life
Into my soul, I'm made whole, wanna share the light.