Holy Mole said:
Since Admin lacks the ability to admit or answer any of my questions I'll speak of him in the third person:
It seems he makes two accusations of Aleshanee:
1. She is ignorant of scripture
2. She is ignorant of Tobymac's repertoire
With the zeal of his defense one would think that the two were the same.
Getting back to the power of speech and the use of the tongue; if these principles are unique to scripture then Dr. Phil must be considered a theologian.
One would think that with the vehemence admin defends TobyMac, he would be familiar with his repetoire. Surely then he is happy to defend songs like:
"J Train"
(feat. Kirk Franklin)
[CHORUS]
I got a ticket, I got a ticket
I got a ticket to ride
(Gotta a ticket to ride to the other side)
I got a ticket, I got a ticket
I got a ticket to ride
(Gotta ticket to ride to the other side)
Ride ride wanna ride on the J Train
On the J Train wanna ride on the J Train
Ride ride wanna ride on the J Train
On the J Train wanna ride on the J Train
Sit back, relax put on your travelin' gear
No need to doubt so put aside your fear
"Destination" out of this atmosphere
It's the J Train baby, we depart from right here
No lines to fight no ticket to price
I'm rollin' first class 'cause I've seen the light
Try as you may but your money can't buy
A ticket on the J Line to the other side
[CHORUS]
Now I missed the Train more than once in my life
Til' the good conductor heard my Momma's cry
Hades to Glory in the blink of an eye
Hear me now, hear me now while I testify
Heard the whistle blow I felt a chill to the bone
"All aboard" is what I heard I was headed for home
Had a reclinable seat but I just had to stand
Up on the "J" all the way to the promise land
[CHORUS]
Do you wanna ride say
To the other side say
If you wanna ride say
Get on the Freak Line
Or this:
"Toby's Mac"
This is my skizzle.
For Izzle.
Uh-uh
Do what?
What-what? What?
Now when I say, "Where my freaks?" You can say, "Woo-woo."
So where my freaks?
(Woo-woo)
Where my freaks?
(Woo-woo)
When I say, "Where my freaks?" You can say, "Woo-woo."
So where my freaks?
(Woo-woo)
Where my freaks?
(Woo-woo)
Now when I say, "Where my freaks?" You can say, "Woo-woo."
So where my freaks?
(Woo-woo)
Where my freaks?
(Woo-woo)
When I say, "Where my freaks?" You can say, "Woo-woo."
So where my freaks?
(Woo-woo)
Where my freaks?
(Woo-woo)
Man, that jive was off the chain.
Or this:
Think think dad your pity pityful
Think think dad your pity pityful
Think think dad your pity pityful
Think think dad your pity pityful
Think think dad your pity pityful (oh oh ok)
Think think dad your pity pityful (and sing a song)
Think think dad your pity pityful (oh, oh, ok)
Think think dad your pity pityful (and sing a sing a song)
Think think dad your pity pityful (down baby do baby down baby do baby)
Think think dad your pity pityful (down baby do baby you're a tru dog)
Think think dad your pity pityful (down baby do baby down baby do baby)
Think think dad your pity pityful (down baby do baby you're a tru dog)
[repeat...]
[Toby:] You on the mic again?
Yes...
[Toby:] You know you're not supposed to be in here.
WHY??
[Toby:] It's daddy's studio.
Ok Daddy!
I can't get off the chair!
Or this:
"Made For Me"
Yea, here we go
1, 2, 3
She was 17 when she came on the scene
I saw her down the hall and thought that I was in a dream
See she was from the islands
Which had this brother smiling
Little did I know that I'd be on this, mic testifying
I like sunsets but she likes sunrise
I'm always running late and she's always on time
But I like U2 and she like Coldplay
But something tells me we're gonna be OK
'Cause she was made for me
You gave 'er to me
I said I'd hold on loosely but I so wanna squeeze you
Just right for me and for the life of me
I can't believe I get to call her mine
Yeah she was made for me
Made for me
Yeah she was made for me
Made for me
Next chapter, we got hitched
And thought we'd have some kids
Looked up and now we got five little Jamaricans
I thank God every day
I'm blessed in a crazy way
My God said to the end
This thing we got is cool like shake
(Note: What does "cool like shake" mean to you admin? I have a specific meaning for the word shake that comes from pre-salvation, care to interpret this, cause my meaning of shake is mary jane.) http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shake
I like sunsets but she likes sunrise
I'm always running late and she's always on time
Well I like hip-hop and she likes raggae
So we meet in the middle with some Shattie
'Cause she was made for me
You gave 'er to me
I said I'd hold on loosely but I so wanna squeeze you
Just right for me and for the life of me
I can't believe I get to call her mine
Yeah she was made for me
Made for me
Yeah she was made for me
Made for me
She is a flower, You are the rain
She gets more beautiful with every passing day
She is my flower and You are the sun
She gets more beautiful because of how You love
How You love
I get to call her mine
I get to call her mine, oh my
See she like slow dates and I like fast dates
She into books, I'm into movies
She made straight As
Well I got white skin and she got brown skin
But milk and coffee's always been a beautiful blend
She was made for me
When You gave 'er to me
I said I'd hold on loose but I so wanna squeeze you
Just right for me and for the life of me
I can't believe I get to call her mine
She was made for me
When You gave 'er to me
I said I'd hold on loose but I so wanna squeeze you
Just right for me and for the life of me
I can't believe I get to call her mine
And she was made for me
She was made, she was made
Made for me
And she was made for me
She was made, she was made
Made for me
She was made, she was made for me (I get to call her mine)
She was made, she was made for me (I get to call her mine, oh my)
Or this:
"Eye On It"
Eye on it, eye on it
Eye on it, eye on it
Eye on it
Eye on it
Eye on it, eye on it
I set my eyes to the west, walkin' away from it all
Reachin' for what lies ahead, I got my eye on it
I see my sweat hit the ground
I put my foot in the block
This is the race of my life
And I can't wait for this shot
'Cause I can feel the wind at my back
Chest is pumpin' like a heart attack
Feet are moving and my mind is locked
Pressin' on with everything I got
I got my eye on it
I got my eye on it
I got my eye on it
Eye on it
I got my eye on the prize, I got my eye on it
I got my eye on the prize, I got my eye on it
I got my eye on the prize, I got my eye on it
I got my eye on it, and I will not quit
I got a new passenger to help me navigate the way
So when my heart hits the floor I can recalibrate
I feel the deeper callin' me, all else is fadin' in the past
So let me run in the race that I know is built to last
'Cause I can feel the wind at my back
Chest is pumpin' like a heart attack
Feet are moving and my mind is locked
Pressing on I gotta take my shot
I got my eye on it
I got my eye on it
I got my eye on it
Eye on it
I got my eye on the prize, I got my eye on it
I got my eye on the prize, I got my eye on it
I got my eye on the prize, I got my eye on it
I got my eye on the prize and I will not quit
(I will not quit, eye on it
Eye on it, eye on it
Eye on it
Eye on it, will not quit
Eye on it)
Eye on it
I got my (Eye on it)
I got my (Eye on it)
I got my eye on the prize, I got my (Eye on it)
I got my eye on the prize and I will not quit
And I will not quit
Or this:
"Lose Myself"
Take all of the good and all of the bad
'Cause all of it's on me
Take all of my ways, the things that I chase
The things that control me
And all that I hide, could you bring me to life?
Could you open my eyes and show me?
Take all that was me and shape it to be
Reflecting you soully
I wanna lose myself, lose myself to find you
I wanna lose myself, lose myself to find you
I don't care how it sounds
Burn it up to the ground
Your kingdom, my desire
I wanna lose myself, lose myself to find
To find you
(I need to find you/I need to find you)
As all of the fates, I'll be on my way
The wreckage behind me
My feet on the ground, Two hands reaching out
The future is blinding
So what is stirring in you? May you stir up in me
All the dreams that you placed inside me
Take all that you see and shape it to be
The story you're writing
I wanna lose myself, lose myself to find you
I wanna lose myself, lose myself to find you
I don't care how it sounds
Burn it all to the ground
Consume me with your fire
I wanna lose myself, lose myself to find
To find you
I need to find you...
I need to find you...
I need to find you...
I need to find you...
I need to find you...
I need to find you...
So do not hide your face from me
Do not hide your face
Do not hide your face from me
Please don't hide
I'm gonna lose myself, lose myself to find
To find you
I need to find you...
I need to find you...
I need to find you...
I need to find you...
So do not hide your face from me
Do not hide
So do not hide your face from me
Do not hide
I need to find you..
So do not hide your face from me
Do not hide
So do not hide your face from me
Do not hide
So do not hide your face from me
Please don't hide your face
So, admin, I submit there is almost nothing Christian about TobyMac's music, except for the odd tidbit. You have held him up as a decidedly Christian artist. Need more examples of the junk tripe he is spouting?