Start Somethin'

Performed by Phanatik

Written by Brady Goodwin, Jr.

Produced by Todd Bangz

Recorded & Mixed by Jim Bottari

Published by Published by Cross Movement Music & Publishing (SESAC) &

Spinning Audio Vortex (BMI)

Hook:

C'mon, stand up. Get your hands up. Word up

Start something, get your heart pumpin'

Yeah, start jumpin' around if you're under the ground

I know you're down with this thunderous sound

C'mon, stand up. Get your hands up. Word up

Start jumpin', get your heart pumpin'

Start something. Why? The world needs what you have

Back to the lab 'til you master your craft. This is it

Verse One:

I'm out to destroy this track, ya boy is back

Who would think gospel tactics would employ rap but

since I know heads will enjoy that,

I'll rock it 'til the wheels fall off like a Benz or a Jag

See, If I never get dough like, "Whoa!"

it's cool just to know I never sold my soul

My goal is to get souls, not to go gold,

and get answers to shorty before she's dancing go-go

and to talk to boy before they call the po-po

Or he ends up the morgue with a tag on his toe

See, if they can talk about cash and trash in their raps,

then we can talk about s_____ing cats out of traps!

That's set for your soul, let's set it and roll

'till we end up in our heavenly home

Who cares about how much or whether we've blown

it's not man but by God that's best to be known

Repeat Hook

Verse Two:

It's time to strike up the band, rise up and stand

and draw lines in the sands of time

we stand behind what we believe in following God

whole squad ready to die like Stephen

Whether put to death or put to the test

Beef with God? Better put it to rest!

What we kick will leave an imprint like a foot to the chest

with truth that'll shoot through your bullet proof vest

Watch out, He's venting...no! He's vintage, like aged wine,

a sage with rhyme sentence

But since man at his core is mad hard to reach

we know the lord is using more than just parts of speech

Paragraphs paired up to smash

He'll bring the heat open up air ducts and shafts

Who can last in the smoldering heat?

When he throws the cold shoulder at His judgment seat?

Huh? The very breath that we breath and every gift we receive

is in the palm of His hand with no tricks up His sleeve

isn't that a relief? So sit back in your seat

Kick up your feet take it in and take it back to the streets

Verse Three:

I'm in the eye of the storm, high above norm

before the Most High when I perform

an audience of One watching,

One chair, one stare hoping He's still there when I'm done rockin'

And if He's there then I hope that He's pleased with me

This is not done easily, I cook mics, but the rhyme books that I write

changed since the Father's aim is to see Jesus Christ look-a-likes

So the more like the Son that Phanatik becomes

That's less laps around the track that I have to run

New character sprung, old habits get shunned

Now we're having some fun, too bad 'cause now the tracks' done!

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