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Timothy Brindle
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Ram's Horn Ft. J Silas
16 Bars to spit with Timothy Dedicated to Christ, when I die remember me But no Glory in me, just remember my works And if you still think I'm prideful, then remember I'm dirt And you too, see through all of you people Discernment from reading the Greek and Hebrew Life in me now and I'm hatin' the evil But when I walk in myself I smell it like 'pee-yuu' You understand, I'm not God I'm just a man If you see me shine, it's the Spirit, it's just a tan Too much Son, you can say I'm just a fan It gets hot when I'm givin' Him praise Out my clothes like my name was King Dave dancin' for days Sweat drippin'- no beat I seen people dancin' the days You know how 'dem saints be?!? We peculiar people Just waitin' for a peculiar sequel With tracks in our hands all glad to greet you Last dollar, we'll be glad to feed you Just met, and we mad to leave you If you saved in those gates I'll be glad to see you!
excuse me J- What's the deal with cotton candy Christians Who demand blessings but can't stand afflictions? Compared to other things, they barely love the King They want to be like Christ but not share in His sufferings Receive the Savior, or you're more than flawed Without the Mediator, your at war with God So come impart with the, Humble Carpenter He payed the bail so why stay in jail? Soon He'll reveal His doom that is real And you'll be sliced in half by His righteous wrath But those choosin' to kneel, by His wounds they'll be healed And this life will pass when we unite at last The Lord is callin' me with Reformed Theology To warn your colony to ignore idolatry He's victorious, so who's the next challenger My Bible's sharper than your excalibur
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Two of'em like Yosemite Sam 'Was'up Doc?' Gospel-shots graze you, Holy holes in your man 66 caliber fam', I'm dyin' to stand Victorious, I'll die in the stand To lift Elohim up, my team buck like young deer Wild-out for Christ, preach life with no fear! Pew punks hate us, we get no cheers Can't say I never shed no tears It's lost souls, I lost foes and I cried the same Shots took'em, now they cry in the flames It's no gain, it's no pain Like when apart from God I lived it breathed to death and tried It's suicide Like Anthrax, man packs death snacks Cuz when man acts it's like layin' on Amtrack's Cuz man's wack, damned to die without Christ In the hottest degrees with no ice, it's yo' life!
Fervent Evangelism is certain to damage rhythms Beware the serpent is determined to keep man imprisoned I was wisdom less and mischievous Now I'm flippin' scripts from Philippians to Leviticus When the end is here, you'll hear the trumpeter But I never fear cuz I'm near The Comforter But some are (para)'noid because The Son destroys But I have abundant joy even when I'm unemployed! Satan is cunning- your crew is doomed in sin But we wait for the coming of New Jerusalem God's grace is sufficient, that statement's consistent His Creation's exquisite, He's paintin' it vivid Conceived by The Spirit, born with sheep in a stable You're completely unable to compete with His angels Repent and be Saved! There's more seats at His table Come feast with the faithful, you'll see us eating a plateful!
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