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Fellowship Cyphers Vol. II

by Fellowship Cyphers

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VERSE 1: find the tinder, anything dry and fibrous looking for spare pieces of wood to light a fire with making a bow and bending sticks but breaking the bones with every hit of verbs and nouns to make you strong but not for long, you tried complying you're not surviving unless you're having a flame inside only playing games and mistaking the flame for blazing eyes piercing in your thoughts, giving a feeling that you cant describe hearing the whisper so vividly given your state of mind the cold touch of lust is feeling kinda warm to you coursing through your veins and of course filling your pores liquid matter pouring out from the brain, but not a prayer in short, you've closed the doors to the gate that longs for more and you stay gratified in the seemingly satisfying woman amassing pride and lacking might as if you fight for nothing among the running discussions that bust your thoughts wide open seductive voices repeat, "enjoy the moment" indeed HOOK 1: but now you're caught in the wrong flame that burns you hurts you, but gives you all the temporary pleasures you turn to the monster that you thought wouldn't concern you lamenting to yourself and now you're evidently severed (2x) VERSE 2: voices in my head bashing on my actions stabbing my very passions and naturally making it bleed out as i seek out reasoning within my dreams i seem to be handing myself a hammer slamming at my casket my cold hands were never truly heated by that wrong flame the octanes that sparked up could never measure to the ceiling the voice is back, "look at the fruit, i bet that you could eat it" but looking carefully i saw the rotting flesh of it thought that i inspected it forgot that God had banished it acting with an attitude that trashed his very excellence done with that life, done with my titles comes with a price to run from the idols but worth it for the love that is viral finally found it, a fire higher than a mountain smoldering within my core and bursting like a fountain i heard the church bells ring, i'm yearning patiently i felt the burning the perfect person had placed in me HOOK 2: and now i'm caught in the right flame that fills me the real me? revealed; now i'm ready to be changed but will he? i'm sure of it. it's nothing to be burdened with love Him in return and live to elevate his name
2.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was nothing that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. Words on page, to words on a stage I use my words for my joy and my rage You can use words to build up or break down Use it for the devil of the King without a crown As a matter fact He did have a crown A crown of thorns that drip blood to the ground The blood created seeds, seeds in ground That sprouted up like trees that look like crosses Look like crosses cause He took my losses I was lawless but now I'm flawless Now there's no question in my mind who the B.O.S.S. is Beautiful Omnipotent Sufficient Savior Belief overcomes my selfish behavior Tasted the world's pleasures but your my favorite flavor The Word is my sword, Prayer my light saber Light cuts through darkness sharp as a razor Charis given through the works of your labor Shining out your light you loved all your neighbors Shining out you light you love all your neighbors Charis given through the works of your labor DSteele's lyrics are still pending.
3.
Hello Mr. Sunray, a cold sunny Monday You sure have a way to brighten up something mundane I must say, another day so gorgeous Makes a great new page to my routine story Alarm clock calling... we’ll talk tomorrow morning I wish I had time, but honest I’m kinda boring Chuck a mental deuce, nearly tripping on my clutter Swayed right, made light, at the flip of a button Summoned water from a faucet; the lip of it running Now rummaging through my closet, discovering nothing I come to my cubby and cop another twenty in profit I keep it stocked in my wallet- topped- dropped in my pocket Off like the pilot of a modified rocket, A comet, or some other type of astronomical object Confident in my cockpit; blasting with sick speed ‘Cause traffic is a killer... and class is in 15 And though life is tough, thank God for the... (simple things) I know times are rough, but thank God for the...(simple things) Strife got you stuck? Thank God for the... (simple things) And when it all sucks, praise God for the... (simple things) There’s nothing like a drop a black coffee in the afternoon To bump me like a broken Xerox in the copy room There’s nothing like a fat scoop of ice cream, A hot summer day, and a boost of iced tea Friends and the family... grill, and a balcony Telling true stories under starlit canopies Thank you tragedy, for helping me adapt and breathe Thank you, sanity. Thank you, Final Fantasy. And thank you gravity, always good for grounding me I’m bound to be gassed up, but thank you for surrounding me Hey, flower. You’re beautiful you know that? I’m probably first to tell you, but know that it’s a known fact. Hi, weather, couldn’t ask for a better day. The girl over there is probably prepping up her pepper spray Whatever meng, what I’m really trying to say Is dear Lord, I want to thank you for this beautiful day. So hey... And though life is tough, thank God for the... (simple things) I know times are rough, but thank God for the...(simple things) Strife got you stuck? Thank God for the... (simple things) And when it all sucks, praise God for the... (simple things) It’s funny how pain is intertwined with forgetfulness It’s funny how fear reminds us of our flaws It’s funny how work could never tell us what our purpose is Yo, I take it back... that isn’t funny at all. We tossed away joy and thought happiness was needed That’s what tends to happen when the heart becomes conceited Pride is steady feasting on the elders and our siblings Complexity is gripping; humility is missing (I digress) I worry much about petty things. I worry too much about getting things But like anything, the more that it steady seems: Dwelling on petty things is spelling out: “petty dreams” Lead me to the steady stream, pasture and the heavy green, His eye on the sparrow, but His heart on my everything So once again, thank God for another day, Good night. Can’t wait to say “hey” to Mr. Sunray. And though life is tough, thank God for the... (simple things) I know times are rough, but thank God for the...(simple things) Strife got you stuck? Thank God for the... (simple things) And when it all sucks, praise God for the... (simple things)
4.
Listen. Hear the way my mind plays On this phonograph called the soul. Not to the echoes of this microphone Because I already know I’ll be getting feedback But to the way the needle’s scratch itches the surface Of this ERA’s forgotten black hole called thought. Traveling through tunnel this train Do you hear The way the locomotive runs? Originally designed to be fueled to be insane for Agape Love. But our heads grew so big we fell under our own gravity Mind over matter so heavy the latter collapsed beneath our depravity Causing exhaustion of the massive stars that we supposedly are To abandon everything including the Light of our lives. And as the vinyls of our mind Are left as synthetic residue in the attics of our brains We become orphans in the event horizon, the point of no escape. And though the Son rises, our instinctive insight’s set already On being trapped behind cellar doors Confined in chains of worldly conformity As the melodies of our identities become muffled into distant memories. Do the math it’s easy: If the soundtracks to our lives today seem to take more revolutions per minute Why aren’t our demos selling as the solution, But only adding more confusion to it? Seeking more producers more consumers, But we keep discovering less artistry and less meaningful lyrics Subtracting values from the main equation, dividing the pain into new endless destinations. Multiplying shame and finding the remainders are just Imaginary numbers. And so our remnants of reason became mere figments And we began to babble mindless dictions about the most sound philosophy And the best we could come up with is an acronym by a rapper famed by Degrassi I’m sorry. But it doesn’t stop there.�We forgot the feeling of friction between the record and the needle The heat between the mind and soul It’s called conviction Because we wanted to have one last dance with the devil We sold out our serenata as the ransom To begin using bodily fictions as the new anthem. _We’re infected. Hybrid viruses called sin It is the distortion of what we already had, of beautiful things God had gifted us with. Overdosed on hallucinations of our emptied imaginations We just need a concentrated dose of Truth. And I wanna be your drug dealer, cause I be pushin it Pushin pen to paper that is, I be selling my addictive ink. I mean to say that I’m here to relay the Message and help you taste it If this was Pandora’s music box then hope has just invaded And if you don’t understand what my mind’s saying Then I’ll dance. I am not a geisha I don’t need any fans But I still move up here with my lips and my hands because My Abba father is my (one and only) crowd Pleased already with the way I stand The way letters and words fall and rise I Am just a sentence in His song, But precious because he caught me at the hook Justice jotted me an unforgettable note He wrote in his melody book Thank you Shane and Shane For reminding me that Jesus Saves Is my life refrain. Needles injected with lead Are you itching to be fed? Then let your feet move to a beat to start something beyond what words could be said A movement. Every disc has been designed with unique and delicate grooves Which had been eroded and smoothed Away when living life …Became an industry. But having swag is just another term for sharing His glory Because if He is Creator, then He is creativity. And this is my hip-hop philosophyith God as my Socrates No need for a Tupac-Biggie rivalry His love stretched from the east to the west No coast could be best Next to a rhyme named Jesus, My muse and reason for this apology Listen. Because I know how it feels To stand before the mirror and be face to face with your greatest enemy But look at yourself in the eye and tell it well: _My love language is war and I’m waging for Life I spit for a King with a capital K, AK defend my paid price That’s why I’m a Freedom Fighter; this is a forerunner—front of the battle line Speaking revolutionary art ammo for Christ Entering the fray throwing Gospel grenades of paint Lord… let your lovers rise. …As today’s and the next generation Verbalizing LIFE for every tongue tribe and nation The truth defined in how it’s as if you Chose to rewind/ our bloopers and say they never happened But you would never delete anything In us you would only make_ It better, you say outtakes_ Occur for a purpose Screenwriting the way you blotted out transgressions To transform and transcend—me from my negative adjectives Into your world of ultimate statements and beautiful verbs and Moments reminding me to first “be” then “go, make, and work” Kingdom work beyond lip service, Cause I wanna be well versed in my own verses But I gotta let loose whatever He spurs in Me, I’ll be an artist--if You’re askin First is His words, holy ink painting portraits Drew up me, said callin it a masterpiece was worth it He, The ultimate Painter, Architect and Artist Cause I can’t move without His hand Lord like a compass and palette direct me to be living color Splendor calculated by Your digits and precision evaluated by Your specific number Of brushstrokes and shapes to create an image with fear and wonder And you call us Your lovers. Listen. Do you hear�he click-clacks? On the tracks Of this train Called, “Your Thoughts.”
5.
Ain’t no mountain, no river could measure Measure Your mercy never, whether the weather withers You deliver I find pleasure in seeking Your treasure, speaking and teaching Your message Seeking and healing the wreckage Satan left us My faith is meager, I’m helpless, Lord Jesus come down and help us For You alone, yes, You bless us, Lord give me clarity So from disasters, I’ll master this journey chapter by chapter Be raptured, lie in Your pastures, thank You for sparing me Nothing could separate, segregate our relationship For You alone are great and it’s You that I ache to imitate My spirits grumbling, humbling when I’m stumbling Suffering for my love for Him, nothing could pull me from this faith I seek His riches in heaven, injecting me with His leaven No mountains high or big enough to hide me from His face So in His grace I remain, sustaining me as He reigns Free in the power of His name, waiting to see His face!
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V1: I was a small kid that harbored small dreams took shelter in a paradigm built on small things. I grew-up thinking I could never do much I got these scales over my eyes; I’m like a tuna floating in the ocean, traveling without a purpose drifting away with the strong currents of this culture I need a tune-up; gimme the proper fluids sipping the water from the well has got me feeling super thirsty, dehydrated, dirty, and mire-ridden. At the age of 17, realized what I needed -- Christ; He’s risen and given a mission tho my life was all about the refuge in vocation. Hold-up, don’t tell my parents that I’m changing paces; no longer desiring to chase the pesos. Man, I know I gotta eat; but is it worth the chase - to trash your dreams for security? Hook: You and I (put our trust in the Most High) Stand with our hands held up high (and wave ‘em side-to-side cause) me and you (are wondering what’s going on) together whatever we do [have faith; keep moving along] V2: [I got] So many questions, so little answers -- I’m cluttered The next chapter’s coming real soon -- man, I shudder cause the pressure’s coming-in; can’t fall-back to my summertimes again. No retreat! Your upside and potential is now; you’re living in it, given a chance to touch the sky -- no limit in it. Your parents immigrated here so that you could pursue the things this nation reveres. Yo, I can’t blame ‘em for tryna make a better living from eating ice-sickles to living in finer linens. But how can I deny what happened in ‘07 -- regenerated; my focus shifted towards the heavens. Cuz I left my old ways, they think I’m crazy. no longer a good fella -- Martin Scorsese. But mama, I got a God to follow, a dream to catch, holler #YOGO as my motto [bravo]! Pre-hook x2: Got this one-time chance for the ages to live it-up for myself or to live like the sages who died for The Way so that I could hear the truth for myself Hook: You and I (put our trust in the Most High) Stand with our hands held up high (and wave ‘em side-to-side cause) me and you (are wondering what’s going on) together whatever we do (have faith; keep moving along) Bridge: I left my old ways, they think I’m crazy. no longer a good fella -- Martin Scorsese. But mama, I got a God to follow, a dream to catch, holler #YOGO as my motto cause I got this one-time chance for the ages to live it-up for myself or to live like the sages who died for The Way so that I could hear the truth for myself

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We see a society that is entrenched in Western materialism, lust of individualism, a culture of objectifying sexuality, and the lack of mindful potency. We desire to provide society with quality music and lyrics. We desire for people to engage in thoughts of deep and compelling ideas, specifically pertaining to the Divine.

Our purpose is to produce and provide solid/firm music that provides not only a Christ centered message but an intellectually potent piece that will allow listeners to re-evaluate themselves and life as we speak.

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released January 13, 2013

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