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Whatchu Goin' Do?

This song is by The Ambassador and appears on the album The Thesis (2005).

(Breakdown)
We goin' smash this joint
And make everybody wanna blast this joint
If it's a party we'll crash this joint
And pray by his grace you could grasp this point
Yeah, we goin' smash this joint
And make everybody wanna blast this joint
If it's a party we'll crash this joint
And pray by his grace you could grasp this point

You just got saved, now whatchu goin' do?
Whatchu goin' do? Whatchu whatchu goin' do?
You got a minute in the faith, now whatchu goin' do?
Whatchu goin' do? Whatchu whatchu goin' do?
You just got served ...
You just got word ...
Now whatchu goin' do? Whatchu whatchu goin' do?
Whatchu goin' do? Whatchu whatchu goin' do?

In the Father you've got this permanent spot
Which you cannot lose so you learn to just drop
Pray forever lean on him like a permanent sigh
Kick you are in his hands, you are not slick, not with
This God that's got grip, grip like a lock pit
The object's for this to get you open like a locksmith
And fuel you, you got power like a socket
Somebody him and not just study him like it's hobbit
But don't vacate the cockpit
Thinkin' there's an order pileup, writin' with no pen you get no profit
You gotta grow, best bet it's the drop-in
Give him 66 reps, yep they are God-sent
Listen close while I drop it
You get saved, but there's more than being just saved on the docket
You gotta grow like a whole lotta crop
This is the Son's show and he knows how to rock it

You ask if faith alone saves you get to kill
The Bible's got so much proof of this truth it's ever clear
But to be totally truthful
You need to understand what's comin' out my mouth and when the tooth's pulled
Some in the faith can be straight unuseful
Even a saint could be straight unfruitful
Few in a suit and they dance is strong
But only fit to be thrown out and trampled on
Get on your 2 Peter 1 and 5
Which describes the abundant lives of those who know how to run it right
You got faith, don't stop it there
The rock got a clothing line, rock his wear
With lots of layers, put on virtue and knowledge
Self-control, we got a curfew on eyelids
We're steadfast and affection pours for the saints
That's how you know your election's sure

We're left on earth to serve and not be served like customers
To the words on every curb like hustlers
You might have to tussle, but Jesus shows
He can mow any soul so men can be muscular
Every now and then the streets remind us
To be like teeth, you know teeth will grind us
We stay on the grind and we keep the blinders
'Cause everybody's mind likes to creep, well mine does
Let your head down, won't you stay awhile
Loosen your tie, your shoes on a gator pile
The standard is set
Righteousness ain't easy believe me, hope you're planning to sweat
Somebody tell me how the streets got it right
They're a carcass and darkness to see by the hype
We got the parchment it's all plus we got a light
And we can walk when it's hard since we got a Christ

(Breakdown)

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