Included here are SHEK's lyrics
from the following STP hits:
You reap, I said you reap what you sow
Plant the bad seed, watch the bad corn grow
I said you reap, you reap what you sow
Plant the good seed, watch the sweet corn grow
Cuz human education and philosophy's made our heads swell
No room left for God's direction, but it's just as well.
Cuz that which we have now we don't utilize;
And it's hard to see clearly with the wool pulled over your eyes.
"Pro-Choice": Politically correct deception, and I can't stand it!
We're reaping havoc, cuz that's just what we've planted.
30 million children slaughtered in the womb, and I never heard of
THEIR choice to be the voice-less victims of murder.
But if 'There is no God, no one can judge me but myself;
so take that Word of God and stick it back up on the shelf.'
Our shame's begun to fade, with sinners' pride parades--
small wonder that we're cursed with the scourge of AIDS.
And men's foolish solutions will kill us faster than a cancer--
givin out free drug needles and condoms ain't the answer!
What we must do is call it wrong straight from the beginning,
stop tryin to justify ourselves, KNOWING that we're sinning,
get down on our knees, beg forgiveness and repent,
head the right direction and never relent.
Cuz ya see, EVERY word, EVERY action is a seed--
sow each one carefully, you'll never lack or be in need.
Sow it in faith and it comes back multiplied,
water it and be patient and you'll be satisfied--
Like, Judge not, lest ya wanna be judged.
Show yourself to be loving and you will also be loved.
Give the tithe to Jah, a dime from every buck,
then share of your bounty with a brother down on his luck--
Soon the blessings will overtake you and your cup will overflow;
'Be not deceived, God is not mocked!' You reap what you sow.
Copyright 1996 STP Productions
SHEK's verse from
BOWL OF STEW.
I'm allright, yeah, I'm OK.
I mean, who knows
exactly where the line is drawn on Judgement Day?
I'll go to heaven cuz I'm a "good" person--
Though confidence takes some rehearsin'.
'The wages of sin is death' is harsh;
and reserved for those much worse than I---
Hellbound murderers and rapists
are for whom that sentence applies.
Of course when I die, pie in the sky---
Up to heaven with a God I claim to know,
but by my works deny. (?)
Copyright 1997 JAG
Crucified Again
Have you forgotten
the punishment that you deserve?
You've got some nerve,
discounting the mercy
of the God you say you serve!
Snow white robes of righteousness
now filthy with soot---
He was beaten and murdered
to shed the blood you trample underfoot!
Do you count it as an unclean, unholy thing,
the sacrifice that poured
from the veins of the King?
When presented with a choice,
if you choose the sin---
You've crucified for yourself
the Master once again.
Copyright 1997 JAG
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