Lyrics:
a grin upon his face
and the good-book in his hands
as if to say
I'm trading places!
Out there, in open spaces,
by St. Peter's gate.
Best not be too
glorious throne
They raised their voices day and night
In praise to you alone
Hallelujah
Glory be to our great God
Hallelujah
Glory be to our great God
Lord
plays
In my running shoes
Trap weed even sell Ye
In my running shoes
Yeah you know we run the town
Yes you know it’s true
And the praise is like homework
sleeping on the truth so this track is meant to wake 'em up (uh huh)
Praise the Lord his my rock, Jesus got me when I need him (yeah)
Put my trust in Yahweh,
this day who you will serve
Cause you will give an account everything done in this body
Repent
sat in a game at the Miner's Saloon soon I had doubled my stake
The cards run like they'd been dealt by Lady Luck they were just sealin' my fate
A young
to the Lamb, the only Risen King I know
This one for my Abba; Heavenly Father
Put me in the Spirit just to lift You proper
King of all Kings, Salvation Author
a charger
I know a nigga that spin for a quarter
Say that you wanna get wacked, just put in your order
And I don't do friends, I keep this shit cordial
Young
euphoria, give me a piece of mind
God is recording this, won't you look in the sky?
Tell him that you got the behavior of your neighbor
Even when
euphoria, give me a piece of mind
God is recording this, won't you look in the sky?
Tell him that you got the behavior of your neighbor
Even when
to meet this white bitch, her name was Tammy
She lived in the Valley, she couldn't understand me
But she let me dig out, her homegirl named Brandi
Now
Wouldn't you believe it, Dogg like a retriever
I went up in this big fat bitch named Treva
She had a best friend with titties named Vanessa
She told me
like, ah
No, I can't do this on my own, like, ah
If I could, I'd praise you with a thousand tongues, ah
Yahweh, Yahweh
Have your way, have your way
the strong will continue (yeah)
I know you have it in you (yeah, yeah)
I know you have it in you
Uh, as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
legion of demons that stay plotting
This demon, the devil, Lord made to be
And now you can be a heathen
But a heathen ain't gon' make it in
You can be
It's all good
We need a lot of more homies like this in the hood
I tell them give God the praise and make the changes in me
That's why my character's
[Pharoahe Monch]
As you look from whenceforth I come; riding the wind
thus eliminating competition from bird's-eye view, I'm
descending in
will not give up til the darkness breaks
I will proclaim Your holy name
For you have changed everything
Lift my heart to give you praise
This life I
everyone in my area
Been around guns that could really put fear in ya
They said back when I dropped, nobody was hearing you
Now when I drop, they breaking
Hope you make your bitch get in the shower
That's your bitch, she my bitch, too
She let the homie in, too
Niggas be cuffin' while their bitches be
Lord a revival in this land Amen
We cry out to You Lord that You'll light a fire in every heart with passion and zeal for You oh God
Father I ask that
put sum' down in your spirit for a reason
Trust God each step, step by step
Till you pull that thing up outta you
And bring it to fruition
Yeah
Made it
what
Should the earth and all its glory fade away
Fear not the terror of night nor the arrows that fly by day
Though the enemy comes in like a flood
have made it
Without you
Your grace has brought us this far
Your grace is sufficient
Sufficient for us
It’s your grace
We give you praise
We thank you
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