Radical Departure (NYC Version)

by CONQUEST

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"Radical Departure" is the 2012 studio album from Trinidian born, Brooklyn bred & Jersey based emcee/lyricist/songwriter CONQUEST. It is an album that signals the start of new musical & ministry chapter for the artist born Jason Andre Roberts. Created within exactly one year, "Radical Departure" finds CONQUEST in the present day preparing to 'depart' from the things that has plagued his walk with God & his musical vision in the past. In the midst of this re-invention he addresses everything from idolatry in & outside of the church, the ill effects of music & pop culture, racism, physical to sexual abuse, a tragic loss, love & heartbreak & everything else in between while stressing the need for radical evangelism for himself & others. The title of CONQUEST'S latest album speaks to his musical & artistic approach on it as well, it's a 'world where east-coast boom-bap meets metalcore, where 'trap music' has an alternative feel, 80's pop music is sampled with a classic hip hop drum break & techno & southern drum kicks join forces with double time rhyming' all for a common purpose. There are no guest appearances on "Radical Departure" and for a re-introduction as personal as CONQUEST'S, it's only right.

The NYC VERSION of this album was inspired by a suggestion by "RADICAL DEPARTURE" executive producer Roberto Torres aka TOP RANK to make the more East Coast sounding songs the majority of the tracklisting, while making the remaining songs 'BONUS TRACKS". Initially resistant in fear of losing the possible 'story arc' of the original version. CONQUEST later agreed seeing the possibilities of this alternative version, as well as it being somewhat of an ode to his 'stomping grounds'. The only difference between this version & the original is that D. STEELE'S version of "LYRICIST OF THE YEAR" replaces the version produced by C.WOODS & then there's the TR VERSION of "CONCEALED WEAPON" & the EXO RMX of "R.A.G.E." (That are 'name your price' downloads in case you want them if you purchased the original version of the album). Otherwise, it's basically the same project. Just different sequencing.

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released November 13, 2012

All songs written & all vocals performed entirely by Jason Andre Roberts aka CONQUEST for Sean MessiahJaylahMusic (ASCAP).
All songs co-produced by Jason Andre Roberts (CONQUEST). EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: Jason Andre Roberts (CONQUEST) & Roberto Torres (TOP RANK).

All songs were produced by Daniel Steele aka D. STEELE for Daniel Steele Music in Jersey City NJ except “THE ACCUSED” produced by Daniel Steele aka D. STEELE for Daniel Steele Music & Jason Andre Roberts aka CONQUEST in Jersey City NJ. “RADICAL DEPARTURE” produced by Eshon Burgundy for Salvation Armie Productions.
“BLACK HOLE”, ”YOU AIN‘T ‘BOUT THAT LIFE”, “SHAMELESS PROMOTION” & “CONCEALED WEAPON (TR VERSION)” produced by TOP RANK for Beat Council Productions. “THE MACHINIST” produced by KWESI BEATS & “R.A.G.E. (EXO RMX)” produced by EXO.

All songs were recorded & mixed by Daniel Steele aka D. STEELE for Daniel Steele Music in Jersey City NJ except “RADICAL DEPARTURE” recorded & mixed by C.H.R.I.S. at SOUNDMYND STUDIOS in Queens NY. Additional mixes by Keith Thomas aka VULTCHA in Brooklyn NY.
“R.A.G.E.” & “YOU AIN’T BOUT THAT LIFE” recorded & mixed by Keith Thomas aka VULTCHA for RATED VG MUSIC at THE PIT in Brooklyn NY. “SHAMELESS PROMOTION” & “LYRICIST OF THE YEAR (D. STEELE VERSION)” recorded & mixed by Chris 'ROCK' Belmont for JAH ROCK'N PRODUCTIONS at JAH ROCK'N STUDIOS in Brooklyn NY. “BLACK HOLE” recorded & mixed by JET LEE at UPTIME STUDIOS in New York, NY. “CONCEALED WEAPON (TR VERSION)” recorded & mixed by Don Ratney at Cream City Studios, Racine WI.
and “THE ACCUSED” recorded & mixed by JESS JAMES at THE DOJO in Jersey City NJ.

All songs mastered by Don Ratney except “SHAMELESS PROMOTION” mastered by Edgar “DJ Edy” Lagares. “RADICAL DEPARTURE”, “R.A.G.E.”, “R.A.G.E. (EXO RMX)”, “YOU AIN’T BOUT THAT LIFE" & “BRYANT’S THEME” mastered by Keith Thomas aka VULTCHA and “THE ACCUSED” & “NOWHERE TO RUN” mastered by Donnie ‘D-MAUB’ Harper.

Additional cuts & scratches on “THE MACHINIST” by DJ AKTUAL. Voice messages by TOP RANK on “BLACK HOLE” & Ashleigh Davids on “WHOEVER YOU ARE”.

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The 2012 album “Radical Departure” marks a new musical chapter for Brooklyn based, Trinidadian born emcee/songwriter CONQUEST as an artist & missionary musical evangelist. CONQUEST does unadulterated hip hop music that's mainly East Coast in style & influence with an alternative & soul influence that will be recognized as either ‘Christian hip hop' or 'progressive hip hop made by a Christian'. ... more

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Track Name: Radical Departure (Conquest Must Die)
Let me take you inside of the mind of what the ‘Quest does
I sleep at night with disappointments & bedbugs
Roof’s caving in faster than all my dreams & goals
& I work a dead end job out in the freezing cold
My nose is peeling & reeling from it’s sneezing role
Satan’s using every doubt in trying to seize my soul
Sorry, this ain’t that pimp, player, gangster flow
No, there ain’t a chick in my bed looking like Amber Rose
This is that “I EAT THE SAME CRAP EVERY NIGHT
SAVING FOR MY STUDIO SESSIONS", that’s my very life
Kinda scary right? dude it’s a scary sight
Sometimes I barely eat, never do I rarely write
Praying that you download thoughts that God has given me
So you’re seeking Christ as savior & your liberty
But I’m seeing low downloads and low turnouts
Frustration’s got me close to being burnt out!
I’m sorta like the candle in the wind
Trying to stay on fire but I’m unraveling with sin
& it questions my confidence
& being underrated is becoming less and less of a compliment
You can keep that, I don’t need that
I need you copping the record, I need feedback
Again, sorry if I’m spittin’ with aggression
I’m talking about things that often trigger my depression
I do a lot of encouraging, a lot of supporting
Romans 12:10 says that rocks with importance
But often, I’m in need of it back
Besides the stuff I just rapped, there’s a reason for that
I rise & grind hoping it’s my season perhaps
Then watch my season collapse & give me reasons to snap
With extra demons attached & now this artist is sick
And I’m in need of a radical departure from this!!!...

'Cause I can’t do it on my own strength, lord knows
That is the biggest lie, the reason why
I gotta crucify on my own flesh, thought so!
Yeah, conquest must die, The season’s nigh...
CONQUEST MUST DIE (X4)

Pity parties are wack, I’m more mature within
But us encouragers need some encouraging
Or lose courage, found often dead
‘cause suicide finally found a way to throw us off the ledge
Not just because of rap, rap was just the last straw
Rejection of our love? that we never ask for
Was the type to be cool with everybody
'til I saw that ain’t the rule with everybody
Put myself last until I lacked wisdom
Then they act different, now I’m more selfish with my ambition
Need to change ‘cause I ought to
Plus I’m sick of loving women that I no longer talk to
My honesty is coming brutally, truthfully
I’m not friendly as I used to be, you’re getting scrutiny
I’m still open to it, but to a certain extent
It’s either that or feel the hurt then I vent
With every breath in my lung that God allowed me
That alone is humbling, shows it’s not about me
With all these crosses I bear, I swear I had enough
But being Christ like is to be taken advantage of
& being willing to do so by example
I pray it’s something that my life can handle
‘cause I’m trying to guard my heart, be grateful & be patient
But Jason’s often impatient, I’m real enough to say it
‘cause I know a lotta y’all are dying for your dream
Got fired for your dream & it fries your self esteem
Had people walk out when you needed them the most
Then you did the same thing ‘cause the demon got too close
I know a lotta y’all appreciate my straight talk
But this is more than grind, it’s a faith walk
Seek the kingdom or my heart is at risk
To the point I need a radical departure from this...

(Chorus)
Track Name: R.A.G.E.
(Chorus)
This is Revenge Against God's Enemies
Through my hip hop & rock tendencies
Know you're enemy because he's a...
Devil in disguise, straight up...
(2x)

I apologize in advance
For the graphic nature of this song now taking center stage called "R.A.G.E."
Columbine wasn't chance
It was that behavior of some kid that was fueled by rage & a 12 gauge
Angst that annihilated & hurt the innocent
Sought their revenge for the whole world to witness it
Citizens left for dead, same thing Virginia Tech
Might've been different if God was given their revenge
So I'll complain & wine as God's son
You rather me do that online that with a shotgun
Lose my beautiful mind with screws loose to it
Screaming 'four letter words" and adding 'you' to it!
This ain't venting, this is Verbally Exorcising Negative Tension
& it's not done to get attention
This is ain't a VENT, it's verbal escapism
Free from the bondage that crucifies & rapes millions

(Chorus)

Speaking of rape, I was almost made victim
By a pastor whose stature was made for weight liftin'
But I refuse to give the enemy legroom
To send me another pastor showing me porn in his bedroom
He stood above my bed wearing nothing but a robe
I've often fantasized about the cutting on his throat
Slit his joint wide open, be like "Wasn't I provoked...
to kill this 'Man Of God' before his comin' with his stroke!"
Thank God for being there to give me something of a hope
Or else Christianity would be nothing but a joke
Take note, my 'revenge' is that Christ is real still
In spite of that circumstance, now I'm quoting 'Kill Bill'
"Revenge is a dish best served cold"
To an enemy of God that'll wreck your soul.
Dude, I'm 'Dave Grohl', you thought it was the end
When my loss was 'Nirvana' for a 'Foo Fighters' revenge

(Chorus)

This is harsh, but you should listen
If Kirk Franklin said 'hello' to 'fear', I'm 'Green Day' screaming 'Good Riddance'
'cause I'm having the time of my life, dying to Christ
It broadens my horizons to write
Before my life meets a tragic ruin
And your at my grave saying "Yo, Jay is a sweetheart, what happened to him?"
"And why he let those 'phantoms' screw him...
saying he wants to shoot himself, hmmm, there's a gun, I'll hand to him"
'cause the devil's relentless, you gotta hand to him
He'll tempt you with every sin & then he'll stand accusing
You gotta understand
He'll take you out for you even think to stand, he doesn't give a d***
Dude, he'll use your ex's depression & have you next in succession
With regrets & obsessions
Have your new love crying 'cuz you're raging for what?
My revenge? Forgiving her & not hating her guts.

(Chorus)
Track Name: Lyricist Of The Year (D. Steele Version)
(Chorus)
I'm lyricist of the year, songwriter of the decade
My mom taught me to be nasty with a essay
use the word velocity instead of using speed
I’m god’s monstrosity, it’s time you take heed

Yo Malakai? that's my man, love that dude to death, he's dope but...
I'M LYRICIST OF THE YEAR, YEAR...YEAH!!!

I'm lyricist of the year, pardon my boast
But fly jargon & quotes ‘cause an artist to choke
Or sharpen his growth, regardless I’m dope like a carcass is gross
Why even argue, I’m a harvest,you’re broke
‘cause I’m god’s creation done right
With a spirit of excellence runnin’ through my veins, practically my blood type
Like ‘thug life’s’ practically Tupac’s
Who still got kids in new lots bustin’ a few shots with two glocks
With crack in their tube socks to trap or something
I’m the alternative, you can call this ‘Smashing Pumpkins’
My diction’s of praise, but Facebook friends get enraged
When I drop music links on their page
I’m trying to bring the real so that you don't lose out
What? you rather me tag you a pick with shortie's boobs out?
So cool out, allow me to witness
Besides, where’s your Matthew 28:19 spirit?

(Chorus)

Yo Seda is fuego, I mean 'MUY FUEGO', I'm sayin' but...
I'M LYRICIST OF THE YEAR, YEAR...YEAH!!!

Papa please preach ‘cause I’m in trouble deep
I should probably apologize to Braille for not being a ‘Humble Beast’
Though I am a beast, filling a clear void
This ain’t cockiness, (NAH!) it's confidence on steroids
Yo, you’re looking for songs that got you very smitten
Well Brooke Lugo needs to holla, even Keri Hilson
& I’m trying for hits, I ain’t trying to ‘hit’
Plus god got my wife, I’m finding her quick
Ain’t too many who can touch Jason
I spit a rhyme to crush satan while cupcaking, just sayin’!
No question I’m a problem man
'Brooklyn' like the dollar van, it's God showing off, I'm his hologram
I got a knack to show the savior’s quite real
With sci-fi flows, space invaders type deal
Yo, let me re write those Star Wars prequels!
The illest risk taker since Evil Knivel

(Chorus)

Yo Selah is crazy, C.H.R.I.S. is pretty dope too but today...
I'M LYRICIST OF THE YEAR, YEAR...YEAH!!!

For those who been sleepin’, I’m a set fire to your mattresses & pillows
I practice it for real though
I’m beyond this world, I’m practically a weirdo
Forget a misfit, I’m one chicken meal short of a biscuit
‘cause I say God is great on the mic cord
Makes me the prime candidate for the pysch ward
‘cause to the world I’m insane when I spit it
While insane with the lyrics, I’m just slain in the spirit
And it’s plain when you hear it, that I increased the ratio
Of rappers not talkin’ ‘bout drugs, guns, fellatio
But ‘lyricist of the year’ is just a title
If God’s not glorified and rap is your idol
So forget Jason Roberts, call me Robert Plant
Showing you the ‘Stairway to Heaven’ with a rocker stance
‘Uuuunnnnggggghhhhhh’, rappers groan like Chewbacca rants
Turnin’ to the darkside, not a chance!

(Chorus)
Yo this ain't no shots at nobody, yo I'm just having fun, I'm sayin'
I'M LYRICIST OF THE YEAR, YEAR...YEAH!!!
Know what I'm saying, straight up...
(Chorus)
Ad-lib: Every now then yo, you might just wanna feel like that sometimes when you're repping the KING, kinda like...
SEDA'S Lyricist Of The Year
C.H.R.I.S., Lyricist Of The Year
Malakai, Lyricist Of The Year
Quest The Wordsmith, Lyricist Of The Year (YEAH)
Richard Dauphin, Lyricist Of The Year
Elijah Miguel, Lyricist, Lyricist Of The Year...Of The Year
I'm Lyricist Of The Year...YEAH!!!

I'M LYRICIST OF THE YEAR, YEAR...YEAH!!!
Track Name: The Machinist
Lyricist of the year, this is God still showing off
Like no hand backflips in a freestyle motorcross
I’m “Carey Hart”, I’m praying Ashleigh is “Pink"
I’m slick & very sharp so rappers rapidly shrink
My words they actually ‘Sting’
With that ‘Message in the Bottle’ that I graphically bring to all these rappers who stink
They gotta be kiddin’, rather be poverty stricken
Before you properly listen to genocide, that philosophy’s prison
Inspired by rappers & movies to start fights
So a ‘Joker’ turned a midnight showing into a ‘Dark Knight’
Got my kid spooked, she ain’t trying to see ‘Bruce Wayne’
When shooters ‘cause ‘Riots’, I ain’t rhyming no '2 Chainz'
Chicago violence? got that place losin’
Somebody fired? empire state shootings
It’s why god’s calling us not to be complacent
To live adjacent to what we spit in the basement
Verbal samurai, sharper than a blade when I’m witty
Word to Malakai, I’m really trying to “Pray For My City"
This is Nas when he was ‘Blazing a 50‘
Or Lauryn dropping ‘Vocab’, amazingly gritty
This be a set from Skrillex, the ‘rave’ of the city
Corey Taylor skillset with rage gettin’ busy
Same firepower, but I use it for a higher power
In my finest hour, I am Christ empowered
It’s why many dissect how I rock it in the pocket
More than frank ocean coming out closet when he blogged it!
I pray they do & recognize their breakthrough
Is in Christ, ‘cause though I’m nice, I can’t save you
Wordplay & double entendres, won’t change you
On Thursday when trouble is sponsored by grey goose
Stumble out the club where your movements a crime
Drunk enough for cops to shoot you quick numerous times

(Chorus)
Lyricist of the year so my god is esteemed
From a song to a social network, I do work, I’m a machine
Going at the machine that I rage against
Shoving poison down our throat, I never play the fence

I know you couldn’t fathom this spell
of jealously & politics in Christian music, it’s apparent as well
I know scheming is strong but you’d be reading me wrong
Sayin’ I’m hating on rappers ‘cause I ain’t feeling a song
‘cause their popular, suddenly I can’t be saying squat
Swear I’m drunk with envy, with each bar I’m taking shots
Like Lecrae’s smokin’, but turning him into a God ‘cause you’re that open?
Your idolatry is showin’!!!
I love Nas, but I’m still not into “Nastradamus"
That’s a promise, everything ain’t dope, though he’s that accomplished
Can’t read between the lines? let me make it more legible
Man made, fan made, even stan made
& egos are bruised beyond a band-aid, that’s Jay
Going at the golden calf you got these rappers looking like
Never will I roll with that, I’m shocked the pastor booked the type
The perception of saints we gotta change that
It’s why a Muslim’s never disrespected in today’s rap
A threesome in a mosque? don’t you say that
I wanna ‘uhhh’ & I say ‘church’, yeah you play that!
And radio straight empowers their actions
But we can’t blame the artists, we allow it to happen
Truth is, we don’t preach the truth to half the nation
Too busy leaning on the church for their validation
Trip Lee or T.I., Eminem or Braille
Put any above God? that sentiment will fail
on the real, believers worshipping rappers or preachers
Ain’t no different than the teenage girl worshipping Beiber either
So keep you eyes on christ or drown deeper
In an ocean of depravity, rapidly like your name was peter
Your choice, either sink or swim or stick to sin
Or choose Christ, the king is him!!!

(Chorus)
Track Name: Concealed Weapon
Don’t vote for Obama just because he’s black
Cast your vote for a leader with his thoughts intact
Don’t get it twisted, when Barack took the oath
Of office back in ‘09, my mind was full of hope
‘Cause before then, a black man in office was a joke
So now do you hold him accountable or cut his throat?
Conspiracy theories you glamorize
Dude, we came here as slaves, why we gotta be the anti-Christ?
Republicans swear his policies are communism
His gay marriage stance questioned if god was with him
But for me this ain’t black versus white
For whatever time he has, I pray Barack works with Christ
Yeah i know Blacks been oppressed
But heck, we gotta put our own sins in check
When some of us call Asians chinks & Mexicans wetbacks
That’s a set back, I hope you get that
‘Cause legislation’s a crock & it can’t be pardoned
So I ‘stand my ground’ for Trayvon Martin
He played ball, snowboarded but trust
He still wasn’t ‘All American’ enough, he still got snuffed
That’s tough, rough for the parents of an innocent citizen
Taken out by Zimmerman’s conditioning
That any black kid in a hoodie is a suspect, a roughneck
Geraldo bought it, his son was upset
Like “pops are you done yet, you sound real ignorant"
They’ll shoot a black man cruisin’ by in a suit and tie
Execute a black man, ignore every truth for lies
And a conviction, like the Troy Davis’ stint in prison
Can’t believe the shiftiness
Like the ‘Memphis 3‘, he should’ve gotten Eddie Vedder & a Dixie chick
So pay attention to this sound
Word to Kevin Powell, I would say this to Chris Brown
Some still see you as a scary dude
And there’s some white folk just waiting to bury you
‘Cause you fit the description of a sadder scene
Where there’s John Mayer’s reckless talk in a magazine
He left this fan with a sad face
But I’d like to believe it was a moment of bad taste
You killed “Human Nature” at the King of pop’s funeral
I’m praying racism’s really not the truth for you
But it’s beyond John, believe it
It’s fearing other races you’ve befriended are hating you in secret
Hatred that’s loaded like blue steel
Racism is still real, it’s just way more concealed

(Chorus)
‘Ye said it best, I gotta be real with it
Racism’s still alive, they just be concealing it
Like a weapon trying to shoot you down
Pray my records don’t lose you now
Yeah, they say "we formed a new religion"
Where theology’s causing division, killing the christian
Like a weapon trying to shoot you down
Pray my words don’t lose you now

There’s certain things that I won’t write
Or shove it down your throat like medicine with a taste you don’t like
So if your arrogant with theology, you getting a glare
Read my lips, I don’t care
‘Cause only Christ saved the savages from being masochists
So I don’t care if you’re reformed as a Calvinist
Shoot, even catholic, matter of fact I’m baffled with
Your arguments with doctrine, does it really matter kid?
When you’re online ending up in fruitless debates
Being ruthless with phrase, it’s a stupid mistake
With unbelievers sitting there watching how this thing works
Like “see this is why I don’t go to church"
But don’t lose God’s liberty
Saying you didn’t believe ‘cause those two argued ‘bout the trinity
God’s like “You gotta be kidding me...
Word to Kane, ‘pick your B.C. date, ‘cause you are history"
No wonder there’s division
Let me quote some scripture, before you say I’m spittin’ off opinions
1 Timothy 6, verses 2 to five
Read that & handle your pride, don’t shuck & jive
I ain't dissin’ Calvinism if that’s your groove
Or dissin’ studying to show yourselves approved
But if it’s filling you with pride, put it to the side
‘Cause while you’re beating your chest, somebody died
Not knowing who Jesus was, ‘cause love was zero spoken
When you’re running ‘round as the super theologian
That nobody likes, arrogant & you look for fights
And your pound of flesh with your bible as your butcher knife

(Chorus)
Track Name: The Accused
(Chorus)
Oh so quickly we accuse
Casting judgment’s what we do
If God’s grace never came through
You’d point those fingers back at you
(2x)

Rap’s murderous message needs an affirmative edit
While I’m determined with efforts to give Christ superlative credit
Demons know I throw dirt on their methods when my verses express it
They lost their patience (patients) more than nurses or medics
Or teenage moms with their infants, breach their calm in an instant
Like terrorists dropping bomb repping Islam on our children
But this is no attack on Muslims, for what it’s worth
I know believers who everyday straight 9/11 the church
Swinging an axe of hate instead of living out acts of faith
While greed’s filling a pastor’s plate
In mega-churches almost bigger than the half-state this Christian’s not half awake...
to what’s up, so I ain’t spitting the trash of late
Family’s too estranged from kids too cool to change
With minds so twisted like they got rubix cubes for brains, who’s to blame
Is it secular artists we’re always questioning
Or is it self-righteousness that really doesn’t rep the king
We don’t impact a world so they can realize faith
We call Wayne the anti-Christ & demonize Drake
‘Cause it’s so easy, that’s why it’s caught hold
Of the church & we forget these people are still lost souls
Or souls that’s been hurt & if we pray for them often
Maybe they’ll see past the dollar signs & amazing proportions
Of the women that come around, see their spirits & dumb it down
Instead we’re quick to judge & it’s hard for me to stomach now

(Bridge)
You better watch your tone
If you ain’t a sinner, please cast the first stone
We need to take care of home
Before we even judge, need to check our own.
(2x)

(Chorus)

Demons had me inherently cocky
As a ‘Giant’ in my sin, that I turn ‘Saint’ faster than Jeremy Shockey
But now as a sinner saved by grace it’s embarrassing
Instead of being humble, in it’s place there is arrogance
We use our scripture favorites as a license to judge on twitter pages
& it’s real contagious
And it still amazes me, the fact that we act like we never had a past
I can’t help but laugh at that
I’m not saying pop culture isn’t suspect
Sin rules the wold & we’re it’s loyal subjects
But when you use youtube, to damn other superstar to hell
Off speculations, what about ourselves
The beating of Rihanna was the topic of discussion
But before Chris Brown, that was Juanita Bynum’s husband
Now ex, a pastor if I’m not mistaken
You can hate on my opinion, you could even hate Jason
But when I watch “Behind The Music” & witness
The story of DMX and how it’s awfully twisted
To be specific, even after fame & the riches
There’s still a pain that’s existent, how he’s stained by sadistic
Episodes of beatings that he used to endure
Some laugh at him, others persecuting him more
There’s a heart for God there but demonic leeches are tearing to pieces
He needs Jesus not judgment for believers

(Bridge)

(Chorus)
Track Name: Black Hole
I’m facing this disaster all alone, somebody get the pastor on the phone
I’m doing things another rapper would condone
In a zone contrary to the things I’m writing
The way my sins’ arriving got my mind thinking ‘Hit the 'King of Diamonds'’
‘cause my flesh is being such a ‘jerk off’
Sayin’ “you got some unreleased tension you should work off"
now how’s that for a strong admission
I’m two mouse clicks away from a porn addiction
Don’t you doubt this, for Jay it’s a sworn affliction
I’m avoiding like the plague but it’s drawn my vision
No bra & double d’s, this struggle be
numbing my pain from all the loneliness that troubles me currently
Word to everything, I miss having sex
With the woman of my dreams that I married ‘til death
But I’m on my 3rd break up since my wife’s now my ex
& I’m so beyond depressed, I am not sure what’s next
Can’t believe how this sadness entices
Forgot who Christ is, caught up in this vice grip
Wrapping itself around me, tighter than pythons until I’m lifeless
Where the root of suicide is
Denying living water that’s survival for my drout
Got more faith in my bondage than the bible in my house
I wouldn’t doubt that this story is you too
With all your ‘scripture’ tweets, can’t pretend like you do
When I’m stuck in this black hole
Somebody please pray on my behalf, Satan’s wrath is that cold
To rob of me of my joy with insane pleasure
And i’m left to still deal with my worst pain ever
I remember getting the call from Mike Dones
telling me ‘Slave’ said the homie Bryant was gone’
So quickly I got ‘Slave’ on the phone
Screaming ‘what you talking ‘bout?’ with the harshest of tones
I’m sorry Slave, I didn’t mean to
But losing my boy & mentor didn’t seem true
‘cause i’m thinking ‘I just seen dude hours before he left...
for his cruise, now you’re telling me that same dude is dead?'
Nah, you gotta be kidding me
You’re saying every show I’m doing now, I’ll be missing b’?
And he’s no longer in present but my history
If i was ‘B.I.G.’, he was ‘Mister Cee’
Or better yet, ‘Mister B.’, an ‘MC 4 Jesus’
Got thirty phone calls the day he died, couldn’t receive it
But knowing him, he wouldn’t want us crying over him
‘cause he’s with the one who rose for him to get over sin
Well Bry’, I’m having trouble getting over mine
And the fact I haven’t cried, still blows my mind
Barely shed a tear and to me it’s embarrassing
Or maybe I’m still in denial that this is happening
Or has happened, your wife’s world crashing down
Still she walks around with a faith that I haven’t found
That I need to find, if she could have peace of mind
In her biggest storm, I gotta trust the lord to speak to mine

(chorus) 3x
God is there redemption for souls
Trapped within the deepest of holes?
'When you feel like there is...
Just no way out'
I pray that you meet them there.
Track Name: Whoever You Are
I’ve been caught up in this whirlwind
Been tossed back and forth, don’t need another girlfriend
To turn my spirit into shattered glass
Matter of fact, it’s only by god’s grace that i haven’t snapped
Not playing Ne-Yo, definitely no Dwele
I rather bump Metallica, than R Kelly’s “12 play"
Forget love, I got an album to write
but this African’s reminding me I wanted a wife
And I’m not trying to be a cynic
Or a critic, I just want the real, I don’t need a gimmick
I don’t wanna diss a chick ‘cause my heart’s acidic
To the point that I’m bitter & jaded & hard to live with
Lord knows, no drake, I don’t need another mistake
I’m praying for a lover that’s straight
On those long cold winters when the summer’s away
On vacay so I'd say

(chorus)
I wish she had a voice like Melanie Fiona
Even had the style of a Dawn Richard
If she looked like Meagan Good, yo...it would be over
But really I just want whoever you are
I know I’d go for one looking like Kelly Rowland
Even Suzy Rock ‘cause she’s a star
Elle Varner is fly, Frieda Pinto got me open
But really I just want whoever you are

‘Cause I don’t need another fit of rage
Seeing some next dude on my girl’s twitter page (what?!!!)
Dag, I thought you had a winner Jay"
Instead it’s rain on my parade, game’s been delayed
Hey I guess on deaf ears, my petitions fell
Still “I wish her well, man I wish her health"
In the words of Shawn, still I gotta move on
But I took a year off to have my head screwed on
Tighter than before though I met the flyest to the core
I could’ve had in private for the score, livest to explore
can’t rock with a dame who only talks game
& i know my worth, I don’t deserve to be shortchanged
coming up short doesn’t register well
I’m need of a queen so I better excel
‘Cause I think she’s closer than it seems
And I longer have to dream, that...
(chorus)

I’m praying for that sista who will challenge me annually
Know communication’s key even when she’s mad at me
Or vice versa, joy after catastrophe
taking it to the father, how amazing that would be?
How much praying that would need or be the sacrifice
For a star in my universe rarely seen by satellites
Realness, intelligence & grace in it’s orbit
Sexiness so applauded, there’s no way to ignore it
You pray you’re making love ‘til exhausted
Then get your second wind ‘cause she’s everything that was worth the courtship
(She’s) emailing you 40 times in a month
Supportive & descriptive in the lines of each one
Friendship is built, partnership reinforced
& whether life is good or hard to live, she is yours
& God is at the center of the love being pure
& you’re inspired to show her every month she’s adored
Wait, everything I always wanted, I can tell it’s you
Matter of fact, I remember when I fell for you
Singing a love song sweeter than Amel Larrieux’s
To the core, I’m making sure that you’re well pursued
There’s been plenty of sisters that I’ve dreamed of
But even in the way that you’d check me, I’ve seen love
I’m just hating all the distance between us
I’m praying that it’s you, I’ve seen hope, seen trust.
Track Name: You Ain't 'Bout That Life
You ain’t ‘bout that life, you ain’t been that trife
Not nearly that gangsta (Chill!)
Pants saggin’ down still, actin’ like you’re Meek Mill
Not nearly that rapper
God got a greater purpose for your life
Don’t be a clown in a ‘circus’ all your life
In the town or the churches, I’m awesome! Why?
I’m profound with the verses I often write
Dude I’m scorching mics, while you’re out there
Trying to be a fraud, better turn to God, better learn with God
Or be a façade up in VIP
‘Cause some rapper said, ‘Be like me’
Yo, the flesh gotta D.I.E, get it ready like B.I.G
Or be Chi Ali
Up North for a long time, never had a strong mind
In and outta jail like T.I.P

(Pre-Chorus)

Your act is a façade
Don’t know who you’re supposed to be
I know myself through God
With Him, I am His poetry
Satan is sure to deceive you
Be who God made you or we don’t believe you
(Repeat)

(Chorus)
Acting like a thug but you’re scared of a gun
You ain’t ‘bout that life, You ain’t ‘bout that life
Better get it right, you ain’t ‘bout that life
Good girl gone bad but it’s all been a front
You ain’t ‘bout that life, You ain’t bout that life
Better get it right, you ain’t ‘bout that life
(Repeat)

Yo sis, check it out
You’re throwing up your drink any second now
Passed out on the couch, it be getting foul
Ain’t usually how you be getting down
You’re trying to live life in the ‘fast lane’
‘Bad meets evil’ in mixed drinks and champagne
But you’re playin’ yourself, it’s a sad thang
That you’re an addict, a fiend for this crack game

It’s a tad lame trying to be a ‘photo-shopped’ type
Doing wrong when you know to walk right
In a New York night, in a New York minute
You often cross Christ and you seem lost in it
Tryin’ to be something you’re not tho’
Got you poor in spirit though you got dough
You were on that pole, yeah you got low
Like your self esteem for what you’re not yo
(Pre-Chorus)

(Chorus)

Better check your hardened condition
The vice that started your mission
To be apart from God’s vision
Was that the smartest decision?
straight denying your purpose
You’re straight up dying on purpose
The weight of lying will surface
When fame you’re buying feels worthless
You ain’t ‘bout that life
Never was, never will, you straight gotta chill
Before the gun’s in your face going for the kill
Before you’re done with your faith, take another pill
‘Cause you’re about that right?
Running from God ‘til you’re too exhausted
With one night stands and your crew who lost it
Sins I wish you knew to forfeit
(Pre-Chorus)

(Chorus)
Track Name: Shameless Promotion
I'm promoting Christ to the culture, shameless
While your lifestyles is heinous...
To your spirit man and it strikes like a vulture
While you’re living fast with your idols & sculptures
Bottles of Ciroc and scantily clad models
Bringing you demons scheming to crack bottles
Story you wanted becoming a bad novel
Sucker free? Nah, you're in need of that gospel
Clear on recordings, even clearer live
Salvation ain’t found in your Panamera ride
Datin said “Turn It Off” we don’t wanna hear the lies
I’m inspired by the rap where the golden era thrived
I ain’t trying to share the mic with your pimp dreams
I share the Christ with a sixteen, never mind a striptease
From Bed-Stuy back to the Chi’, bring cameras by
For that living sacrifice that I advertise

(CHORUS)
Yeah, they call this shameless promotion
And it’s not about fame or exploding
It’s about giving praise and devotion
For the one who made the streets and deepest oceans
And we got that thing where rock God’s name and we got no shame (no shame)
And we got that thing where rock God’s name and we got no shame

On the hardest of hits I’m the artist who spits
Promoting Elohim, every bar is my pitch
That I market to kids, guess I’m carving my niche
Success is beyond audemars on my wrist
That one one six, john 3:16
Mark 1:15 so can you live clean
When your washed in your blood so spirit’s pristine
The patterns of the Christ got the lyrics this mean!
You’re flashing your ice on a wicked big screen
But you’re crashing in life for a gimmick sick scene
No wonder your lifestyle’s a timid split screen
Imitating Christ while you mimic tricked teens
& rappers walking ‘round proud labelled as gangsters
We’re scared of being labelled Christian and that’s backwards
Should be the other way around so when I play the town
It’s Christ over everything pop culture’s saying now

(CHORUS)

So girl, don’t meet me at the bathroom stall
Meet me at the kingdom gates, no I ain’t dissin’ ‘Ye
But that lifestyle? that soon falls
Not even your Bentley coupe saves you from deadly truths
Why gain the whole world when it’s a cold world
Grace is more sufficient than being on a pole girl
Brothers throwing dollars screaming that’s my ole girl
I’m throwing wisdom, please cherish the ‘whole pearl’
I remember nights when I wanted to slit my own wrists
Loneliness I owned it
Thank god for his grace I could’ve blown it
For a fleeting moment that’s why I promote him
God promises you deliverance keeping you alive
That’s psalms 22:5
So I rock on a Top Rank beat I've chosen
Giving you that shameless promotion

(Chorus)
Track Name: Bryant's Theme: Code Of Ethics II
Let me explain this out the gate, my game is out to break
The brainless out to hate, my plane is outer space
I’m the unreachable star
C.Wallace re-invented when my method’s ‘unbelievable’ bars
Way quicker, I aint Biggie, I’m thinner, slimmer
Dreadlock Slimmm’s a winner with force of cyclones and twisters
Physical inside of me, lyrical variety
Angel in the outfield of pitiful societies
Sit for your sobriety with masterpieces in mass releases
Smash your thesis with slangs elitist
No hash or reefers when I earn stripes like your last Adidas
Bang with genius and hang the weakest
Candid speeches screaming ‘take a stance with Jesus’
That’s no secret, my faith’s a tad behemoth
My life’s a song and Christ is a classic feature
More than Nas on that 'Main Source' to crack your speakers
Grab believers at a drastic pace
While Satan’s turned into a basket case trying to snatch my faith
Demoralize him with a graphic taste
Setting a tone, disciple in a zone, I’m a classic case
Sex, money, murder, not interested
I rather bring the Word bruh, God witnessed it
I know you think I’m rather braggadocious, Yeah I’m braggadocious
About the God I serve, Word? You haven’t noticed?
The poet focused over tracks ferocious
Work the corners more than roaches to smack the locusts
Eating showbiz and most kids with thug over dosage
Dre was the closest thing to being this ‘xxplosive’ (explosive)
Y’all know my sessions are fiery
With beliefs that’s a threat to society
Cause what I say is never passive
My vision’s in flight, this ‘top gun’ needs Aviator glasses

(Chorus)
I'm a take it back to top billin’
Only right cause Jesus Christ has entered the buildin’
And you can call it Bryant’s theme
The way I’m hittin’ these streets, it’s like a riot scene
Jesus Christ has entered the buildin’ (x4) AD LIB: And when we come through (x2)

I spit rhymes real desperate against the bid
That’s wanting my censorship, stressing it
Hardcore? No question kid
They fear the flow I bring the code of ethics with
It’s why they say I’m cocky in the skin of my own
While you’re desperate for the killers in prison to clone
If you see me on top of rap’s dominion alone
Cause I sought the Most High and left religion alone
Sought that train of thought more than tourists at Penn station
Flowing harder than faucets or menstruation
Cause it’s that time of the month for rhymin’ so blunt
You inhale my thoughts, call it a crime if you want
Cause I should be charged with illegal gun possession
Shootin’ up the charts and your veins with every session
Now you’re addicts ‘cause what I verbalize is ‘crack’
Called the Gospel, I trafficked when you internalized the rap
My words they ride the track more than jockeys on a race horse
What I demonstrate as I celebrate a great loss
Salute to Bryant, I miss your code of ethics
Your life was God’s movie, it’s time I wrote the credits
And God spoke the edits as I bring these verses back
You heard it last and was like ‘You murdered that’
‘For certain Black?’ You were like ‘Never quit…
Or else I’ll kill you!’ ‘Thank God, I never did!!!’

(Chorus) 2X
Track Name: Cross That Line (Bonus Track)
See when it comes to Jason, mistaking my kindness for weakness?
I ain’t playin’, I’m just sayin’, I ain’t trying to see it
I got no time for deceiving, I’m god’s design and his thesis
So you taking me light is not the sign of a genius
That’s actually kinda dumb & I won’t spit like a thug
But you ain’t kicking it in love, I’m a nip it in the bud
I take friendship seriously
‘cause enemies used to be friends previously
I can’t rock or get to attached to ‘em
‘cause those “friends” got the sharpest knives waiting for you to turn your back to ‘em
If brother Joseph could be sold for some paper
By his own brothers, you could take the role of a traitor
They say “cats are talking about your homie these days"
I’m like “I know, I had his back but he was throwing me shade"
I could hold my tongue, turn my cheek or keep quiet
But even David faced his Goliath with violence
Y’know what’s my problem, I’m a people pleaser
And people pleasers often end up feeble creatures
End up being targets of a lethal ether
While in denial of their people’s evil features
In other words, they’re quicker to catch a backstab
Burned soo much, you got the sequel to ‘Backdraft’
I won’t have that, not everything I laugh at
But don’t be nervous dude, I’m just observing you

(Chorus)
Even though I’m saved yo, please don’t cross me
Act all salty, that’s when you’ve lost me
Yo, i don’t know what you thought that time
Ayo, why would you even cross that line
(2x)
My grace is never a sign...that you can cross that line
Don’t cross that line (2x)
My grace is never a sign...that you can cross that line
Don’t cross that line (2x)

See wishing me the best to you is not what matters kid
You’re too stuck on what my relationship status is
You couldn’t name a single song that I spit
But you know every chick you could’ve sworn I was with
You never support, but my girl’s page you go to
Hit her up on skype, she’s like “Do I know you?!!!"
Make random request like you’re fans of the quest
Dude I don’t need fans, I need fam’ or it’s stress
Yes, that’s when you’ve crossed that line
And this is what got sisters distraught at times
In the office, wearing something tight, but business like
& co-worker’s running some game that isn’t right
In fact it’s actually troubling
& now you’re switching from ‘Mary Mary’ to ‘Jazmine Sullivan'
‘10 seconds’ away from ‘Busting windows’ out his car
‘cause he done went too far, you’re sayin’ ‘nah!!!'
So called friends are hating as soon as you earn a stack
Holla at your future spouse as soon as you turn you back
Lose it in the situation, now you’re facin’ “murder raps"
‘cause you’ve been suspected this cat, you had the burner strapped
But looking back I see I need to make ammends
‘cause to Christ I’ve been a terrible friend, he’d take offense
To the way that I’m living my life in disobedience
& in the way that people treat me, I guess I’m seeing it!

(Chorus)
Track Name: Concealed Weapon - TR Version (Bonus Track)
Don’t vote for Obama just because he’s black
Cast your vote for a leader with his thoughts intact
Don’t get it twisted, when Barack took the oath
Of office back in ‘09, my mind was full of hope
‘Cause before then, a black man in office was a joke
So now do you hold him accountable or cut his throat?
Conspiracy theories you glamorize
Dude, we came here as slaves, why we gotta be the anti-Christ?
Republicans swear his policies are communism
His gay marriage stance questioned if god was with him
But for me this ain’t black versus white
For whatever time he has, I pray Barack works with Christ
Yeah i know Blacks been oppressed
But heck, we gotta put our own sins in check
When some of us call Asians chinks & Mexicans wetbacks
That’s a set back, I hope you get that
‘Cause legislation’s a crock & it can’t be pardoned
So I ‘stand my ground’ for Trayvon Martin
He played ball, snowboarded but trust
He still wasn’t ‘All American’ enough, he still got snuffed
That’s tough, rough for the parents of an innocent citizen
Taken out by Zimmerman’s conditioning
That any black kid in a hoodie is a suspect, a roughneck
Geraldo bought it, his son was upset
Like “pops are you done yet, you sound real ignorant"
They’ll shoot a black man cruisin’ by in a suit and tie
Execute a black man, ignore every truth for lies
And a conviction, like the Troy Davis’ stint in prison
Can’t believe the shiftiness
Like the ‘Memphis 3‘, he should’ve gotten Eddie Vedder & a Dixie chick
So pay attention to this sound
Word to Kevin Powell, I would say this to Chris Brown
Some still see you as a scary dude
And there’s some white folk just waiting to bury you
‘Cause you fit the description of a sadder scene
Where there’s John Mayer’s reckless talk in a magazine
He left this fan with a sad face
But I’d like to believe it was a moment of bad taste
You killed “Human Nature” at the King of pop’s funeral
I’m praying racism’s really not the truth for you
But it’s beyond John, believe it
It’s fearing other races you’ve befriended are hating you in secret
Hatred that’s loaded like blue steel
Racism is still real, it’s just way more concealed

(Chorus)
‘Ye said it best, I gotta be real with it
Racism’s still alive, they just be concealing it
Like a weapon trying to shoot you down
Pray my records don’t lose you now
Yeah, they say "we formed a new religion"
Where theology’s causing division, killing the christian
Like a weapon trying to shoot you down
Pray my words don’t lose you now

There’s certain things that I won’t write
Or shove it down your throat like medicine with a taste you don’t like
So if your arrogant with theology, you getting a glare
Read my lips, I don’t care
‘Cause only Christ saved the savages from being masochists
So I don’t care if you’re reformed as a Calvinist
Shoot, even catholic, matter of fact I’m baffled with
Your arguments with doctrine, does it really matter kid?
When you’re online ending up in fruitless debates
Being ruthless with phrase, it’s a stupid mistake
With unbelievers sitting there watching how this thing works
Like “see this is why I don’t go to church"
But don’t lose God’s liberty
Saying you didn’t believe ‘cause those two argued ‘bout the trinity
God’s like “You gotta be kidding me...
Word to Kane, ‘pick your B.C. date, ‘cause you are history"
No wonder there’s division
Let me quote some scripture, before you say I’m spittin’ off opinions
1 Timothy 6, verses 2 to five
Read that & handle your pride, don’t shuck & jive
I ain't dissin’ Calvinism if that’s your groove
Or dissin’ studying to show yourselves approved
But if it’s filling you with pride, put it to the side
‘Cause while you’re beating your chest, somebody died
Not knowing who Jesus was, ‘cause love was zero spoken
When you’re running ‘round as the super theologian
That nobody likes, arrogant & you look for fights
And your pound of flesh with your bible as your butcher knife

(Chorus)
Track Name: Disposable (Bonus Track)
You were the glamorous type who seemed like you handled your business
I know those D-boys stopped their hustle just to scramble to witness
When you'd hit the block, posed off like cameras were filming
Body of Aaliyah, dress code of Angela Simmons
Any chick within your radius, you'd definitely kill 'em
But you're close to death within the train wreck that you're still in
Should've prayed to God a lot harder, got farther, got smarter
Instead you let your man beat you in your Dodge Charger
Acting like you hate abuse but then you'd move
Like excuses you couldn't wait to use, got me straight confused
All Rih Rih & Breezy, but couldn't handle your mistakes
your trap, you loved the fact he blew the candles of your 'cake'
"Oooh she really liked it, got you so excited"
And then he beats you to a pulp, bruises couldn't hide it
Being in your biz, I hate to do, I know you hate it too
But still I pray for you 'cause I'm worried about the state of you

(CHORUS)
Why would you wanna live your life
like your disposable?
like there's no worth to you?
You're vain for the fame & flashing lights
It's uncontrollable
It's only hurting you

It's beyond disaster when your man's built like a linebacker
& loves to throw you down your stairs 'til you swear your spine's fractured
Can't front, you're the one I used to pine after
But really you wanted this 'fine actor'
With a couple rides that's sure to double his pride
You never struggled, you're fly, but the trouble inside
After he buys you some Red bottoms, you'd soon be hit again
Remember chapter 13 in 1st Corinthians
Where LOVE IS PATIENT & LOVE IS NOT BOASTFUL
AND LOVE DOESN'T CLIMB ON TOP OF YOU AND CHOKE YOU!!!
Love doesn't fly into a blind rage, come at you sideways
Play mind games & jack up your mindstate
But this love you choose to accept
Probably thought it was your only option since your father left
So I'm asking God be straight with you 'cause I would hate to view
Your body in a casket as the final state of you

(CHORUS)

And I'm talking to you rapper, singer, college student stripper
Now looking for that porn money 'cause it's moving quicker
All the while you're disposable, I wish you'd get the picture
That your boss been quick to pimp you as that notty headed n****
His own cash cow to cash out, didn't plan for that route
Going in circles like that deal you signed, you lash out
At a rival artist, record execs? still the smartest
While y'all throwin' bottles, your life is their lotto regardless
'Cause your disposable, replaceable, here for a moment then you're gone
All out of options 'cause you're no longer twenty one
Body is no longer tight & breasts are starting to sag
Can't afford that lipo', you're that type tho' ever rapper had
Speaking of you rappers, easy pawns that the enemy uses
To write those one hit blunders that so empty & foolish
The industry will swallow those that's ready to do this
When it's money over culture, it's so clearly abusive

(CHORUS)
Track Name: R.A.G.E. - EXO RMX (Bonus Track)
(Chorus)
This is Revenge Against God's Enemies
Through my hip hop & rock tendencies
Know you're enemy because he's a...
Devil in disguise, straight up...
(2x)

I apologize in advance
For the graphic nature of this song now taking center stage called "R.A.G.E."
Columbine wasn't chance
It was that behavior of some kid that was fueled by rage & a 12 gauge
Angst that annihilated & hurt the innocent
Sought their revenge for the whole world to witness it
Citizens left for dead, same thing Virginia Tech
Might've been different if God was given their revenge
So I'll complain & wine as God's son
You rather me do that online that with a shotgun
Lose my beautiful mind with screws loose to it
Screaming 'four letter words" and adding 'you' to it!
This ain't venting, this is Verbally Exorcising Negative Tension
& it's not done to get attention
This is ain't a VENT, it's verbal escapism
Free from the bondage that crucifies & rapes millions

(Chorus)

Speaking of rape, I was almost made victim
By a pastor whose stature was made for weight liftin'
But I refuse to give the enemy legroom
To send me another pastor showing me porn in his bedroom
He stood above my bed wearing nothing but a robe
I've often fantasized about the cutting on his throat
Slit his joint wide open, be like "Wasn't I provoked...
to kill this 'Man Of God' before his comin' with his stroke!"
Thank God for being there to give me something of a hope
Or else Christianity would be nothing but a joke
Take note, my 'revenge' is that Christ is real still
In spite of that circumstance, now I'm quoting 'Kill Bill'
"Revenge is a dish best served cold"
To an enemy of God that'll wreck your soul.
Dude, I'm 'Dave Grohl', you thought it was the end
When my loss was 'Nirvana' for a 'Foo Fighters' revenge

(Chorus)

This is harsh, but you should listen
If Kirk Franklin said 'hello' to 'fear', I'm 'Green Day' screaming 'Good Riddance'
'cause I'm having the time of my life, dying to Christ
It broadens my horizons to write
Before my life meets a tragic ruin
And your at my grave saying "Yo, Jay is a sweetheart, what happened to him?"
"And why he let those 'phantoms' screw him...
saying he wants to shoot himself, hmmm, there's a gun, I'll hand to him"
'cause the devil's relentless, you gotta hand to him
He'll tempt you with every sin & then he'll stand accusing
You gotta understand
He'll take you out for you even think to stand, he doesn't give a d***
Dude, he'll use your ex's depression & have you next in succession
With regrets & obsessions
Have your new love crying 'cuz you're raging for what?
My revenge? Forgiving her & not hating her guts.

(Chorus)