Lyrics:
without the greater just couldn't suffice
so with cans, tiles, and mics we serve Christ
I can't conceive why those in disbelief
Stand back in awe that
Sound off like a troubadour
Easy on the metaphors
Quotin' Scripture from a mic
They be like "What you yellin' for?"
Movin' like a matador
Truth is
Holding on to Christ as the moments pass me by
You know that on the mic I glow diving
I don't keep it on the dolo i'm jiving
Sometimes I do it pro bono
searching for one thing
Holding on to Christ as the moments pass me by
You know that on the mic I glow diving
I don't keep it on the dolo I'm jiving
erupted, rage in the sea
Ain't the second coming of Christ
The first coming of me
They say if you downward the Nile
It would throw off the rotation
grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have heart attacks
And I don't wanna be responsible for that
So put the mic down and walk away
You can still have
I'm losing my religion
Thank God
I prayed about my decision
How odd
For the man with the mic
To be the man all his life
While Christ
I'm back to rock the mic
Hold it down for Jesus Christ
Been a long while
But I'm here to shine a whole new light
Living in a crooked world
Trying
my dealings and my feelings are controlled by the wheel in
the middle of my will, ILL
I fell
hell would have caught me but Christ came And Blood
the mic I'ma Fight like aye
Show me where the stage at
Enough is enough
I'm tired of the foolery
Sacrifice my life
And give it back to Christ
Enough is
with them
Let's go!
Yo, I wonder if my people'll ever get a break
I'm here to give them faith
That Christ can liberate
Will we ever come together
and some critics
Who we're used to by now
Who think we're worshipping a man
The truth is I wish I could worship him
Because he's worshippable
Falsehood
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
with lyrical gun pillars,
I blow up the spot when it's time to rock
I speak through a mic my voice peak out at a hundred watts
Who want to fight
like I’m locked up inside I found freedom in Christ
And it flows when I write I speak I found freedom in mics
I break rules that they set I want freedom
Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened
Take heed to the word and make them believe
He's my foundation but I ain't rocking no Maybelline
I know you hear me rip up the mic like I'm rocking
Here I am being me I'm just full of sin
Feeling like I cannot contain the best within
With you by my side I feel I can do anything
With you by my
get bodied on the mic
By a Christian rapper
We ain't gotta curse
To make the thing a slapper
Give God the glory
Else just shut ya yapper
Okay
Okay okay
like, Tryna get my life right
Cut from a different cloth, still got my knife right
By my side like a nightlight, homicide on the mic mic
Do beats like
Invader Zim
Never knew Christ the king
Mixed with flows would be dangerous
Beginning of the searching
Never knew the path or the purpose
Backpack raps
Christ's by the throne and they've known that he's waiting
That's why they sent corona cuz they trying to crash the nation
Empower the ten horns cuz they
Over these last few chapters,
i really let the mic have it,
its becoming a habit,
over these last few chapters i really let the mic have it,
its
had it in me stuck my mallet in the sand
Said goodbye to the city
In a slump for a year like, night's that I craved the mic
Praised to christ, why can't
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