Ringtones, which are an exclusive feature of cell phones, are custom and personalized ways for people to change the sounds they hear when their cell phones ring. Early on, cell phones only used a simple “ring, ring” tone to alert users of incoming calls. However, because the cell phone technology has improved over the years, the ability to add different kinds of ringtones was added as a standard feature on most phones, and many other different tones were invented. One of those many ringtones was the Christian ringtone.
Christian ringtones are popular all over the world. Moreover, there are numerous individuals that are ready to download these ringers and make them a part of their cell phone. The best part of these ringtones is that many of them are completely free. The free Christian ringtones give the user the ability to hear his favorite Christian music or song in the form of a ringtone. It is not essential for someone who downloads them to be Christian. Anybody and everybody all over the world can use them, if they are so inclined.
The free Christian ringtones are an easy way for people to spread the goodness of Christian music and songs. It is a delight to have one of these on your cell phone. They can be found in polyphonic as well monophonic types. Religious songs, hymn songs and music about Christ are the major types of free Christian ringtones. There are other free Christian ringtones by Christian musicians and bands like Joy Williams, Planet Shakers, the Parachute Band and Justin Michael that the user can download.
These tones can be downloaded by contacting the cell phone service provider, or by simply logging onto free ringtone Web sites. Moreover, if you are good at composing basic music notes, you can compose your own Christian ringer using either your phone, or a Web-based application that allows people to create their own ringtones.
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Which Jesus do you serve?

If Ephesians says to imitate Christ

Then why do you look so much like the world?

Cause my Jesus bled and died

He spent His time with thieves and liars

He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant

So which one do you want to be?

Blessed are the poor in spirit

Or do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land

Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness

Or do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand

Cause my Jesus bled and died for my sins

He spent His time with thieves and sluts and liars

He loved the poor and accosted the rich

So which one do you want to be?

Who is this that you follow

This picture of the American dream

If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side or fall down and worship at His holy feet

Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion

Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins

But the Word says He was battered and scarred

Or did you miss that part

Sometimes I doubt we’d recognize Him

Cause my Jesus bled and died

He spent His time with thieves and the least of these

He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable

So which one do you want to be?

Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church

The blood and dirt on His feet would stain the carpet

But He reaches for the hurting and despised the proud

I think He’d prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd

And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud

I want to be like my Jesus!

I want to be like my Jesus!

Not a posterchild for American prosperity, but like my Jesus

You see I’m tired of living for success and popularity

I want to be like my Jesus but I’m not sure what that means to be like You Jesus

Cause You said to live like You, love like You but then You died for me

Can I be like You Jesus?

I want to be like my Jesus

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Intro:

Psss…Oh my god, Yo! These niggaz wil’ out, son!

Yo, Eddie Ill, man, do you know what you just did

puttin these guys on your tape? Yo these niggaz is

straight off the…yo they be wil’in, yo Brooklyn Ac

DJ Eddie Ill, DL Three, comin’ atchyou live in 3-d

Is you ready for this, man? Brooklyn Ac

[Mr. Metaphor]

Ay-yo we indestructible son it’s real like that

You can shoot me with a bullet, it’ll heal right back

I’ll eat forty MC’s, as a real light snack

Yo where the mic at? I lay my game down quite flat

I got a tight rap I’ma stick in your head

With a big fat blunt to leave you glistening red

All the ladies know I’m bad, bad! and wicked in bed

Cause some cats bite the bush, but I lick it instead

But girl I’m only going down if you giving me head

And I’ma “Put it on! Put it on!” like Kid Capri said

Son I’m tougher than leather, I’ll rip a verse like cheap thread

Then put my hand on dick and make you love (?Deep Jay?)

I got, no regrets, no weight on my back

Put on your seat-belt strap it ain’t safe on my track

Fuck puttin out a name, I want my face on the map

I want them gimme head shorties with they face in my lap

Snake in the grass, I got your girl shakin her ass

I roll with grimy BK cats who rake in your cash

Son we ‘robbin old folks and makin the dash’

Jumpin through store fronts wild and breakin the glass

I’m only looking toward the future, stay away from my past

Cause I looked death in the face when I was eight and a half

MC’s is D- work, son I’m acin the class

Circus clown acts, y’all keep makin me laugh

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Ay-yo a nigga like me wanna get paid and these streets

these streets, you they Canada Dry

I lay you back with the plans in my mind, party dunn

We in the back with our hats in the front, passin the blunt

If there’s beef then we blastin them up

If I don’t know you, I don’t fuck with you counterfeit thugs

Nigga, cause y’all just rent them cars, nigga, you semi-hard

I’ma hit you with the semi-, you semi-gone

And if you wanna battle, dude, I’ll pull a gat on you

I’ma put a whole in you, and your man in back of you

and your man that’s in back of him

Nigga, that’s only one bullet, imagine ten

I’ll kill a whole club, hold up

I got it sewn up, my niggaz role up

And y’all niggaz, ain’t no thugs, never sold drugs

I spit till I ain’t gots no spit

I spit during a lunar eclipse

I spit till I ain’t got no lips

I’ma spit until my skin fall off

Everything I spit is sick, I ain’t well no more

Hell’s my cure, freed Jesus who was nailed to the cross

Swallowed the devil, spit fire out the ?shit-pieced fork?

[Block McLoud]

Yo, yo, I beat you down like “Headare Nutsbound”

On a bus bound for uptown cause you wouldn’t gimme a bus down

You ain’t truly hard, I pull your card on the boulevard

Rob you for your jewelry guard and jewelry card

Cause I’ma, full retard, in fact I’ll slap you silly

I’ll tap the jelly out your capillary

Son your harmless, at your very worst you wouldn’t accomplish

a sidekick, you ride dicks, you like a armrest - you get elbowed!

You’re just a pussy cat with a pussy rap

I’ll bend your cap and push it back

You a has been, you ain’t lastin

I can’t get ? fastin, get tossed fast into the trash bin, you poo-put

You get chewed up, like new gut

You’re a bitch screwed up, knocked up, then tubes cut

You don’t come off blue nuts, you’re bashful

Babblin blocks, a handful you can’t handle

[Pumpkinhead]

I spit faster than the average rapper

Brooklyn Ac a bunch of bastards that’ll jack ya

Quicker than a flash’a, Black talons comin at ya

Pistol packer, we want your money, your wife, and the keys to your Acura

And the number to your manager

So we can whip his ass for even thinking you got stamina

Nigga, we proffessionals with guns and the cameras

So smell and say cheese, I put one in your bandanna

I spit that sick shit, that give your mans cancer

Black Panther, disguised as a panhandler

Elbow you in the face like Tito Santana

You can tell we hungry, you can tell we grungy

I smoke blunts in front of the church, every Sunday

Abuse crews cause they got loose screws like Kelly Bundy

I can tell you dumbies, I can tell you funny

And I can tell you gay like the Purple Telle-Tubby

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Ay-yo Brooklyn Ac niggaz, we slap niggaz

Battle wack niggaz, strapped with mac-millaz

Cock-back and slap, average rap niggaz

Snatch tracks with the impacts of crack dealers

Battle for dough, battle for shines

Battle for whips, battle for chips, NIGGA ITS ON!

Ay-yo, battle for hoes, battle for dimes

Battle for streets, battle for beats, NIGGA ITS ON!

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No ciu da minha cabeca,

Veio de tao longe, ss para me pedir,

Que nunca o esqueca.

Vinha tocar o seu piano,

Como ss nos sonhos pode ser,

Por entre as nuvens e as estrelas,

Apareceu, quando me viu, adormecer.

Ficou sentado, perto de mim,

Onde mora a fantasia,

Quis-lhe tocar, mas nao se pode ter,

A noite a iluminar o dia.

Soprou devagarinho, uma estrela,

Que se acendeu na sua mao,

Disse-me podes sempre ve-la,

Se souberes sopra-la no teu, coracao.

Vi um menino, com um piano,

A despedir-se de mim,

Como uma nuvem, fez o mar e partiu,

Nos sonhos pode ser assim.

Disse-me esta a nascer o dia,

Vou p’ra onde a noite se esconder,

Volto com a primeira estrela,

Para tu nunca teres medo, ao escurecer.

Para o amor da minha vida, a minha querida VANDA

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