[Introduction]

Welcome

We've gathered together just to praise the Lord

[Verse 1]

I got a question

What’s the deal with all these racist people?

All sinners are created equal

We got the same disease, there’s only one medicine

Can’t change our steez, so the Son deaded sin

If you’re chillin’ without the awesome God-Man

Then you’re building your house on top of soft sand

Then you all will flop and fall and drop

Unless you crawl on top the solid Rock

Your talk is cheap, you missed His program

He washed our feet, let’s kiss His toe jam

I spit these rhymes with a fishing line

And God got my back like a “Kick Me” sign

I was a rotten animal, a lost abandoned soul

I eat of Christ’s body, but I’m not a cannibal

By His grace, I bomb fun rhyme schemes

With more verses of praise than Psalm 119

[Hook 1]

Surely His story is glorious, plus more than this

To ignore His gift, that’s an enormous risk (2x)

[Verse 2]

I’m rowdy and shouting about Calvary Mountain

Cowards that doubt Him can drown in a fountain

Now I’m just counting down to see the face of Jesus

He makes the taste of His grace the sweetest

My cup runneths over, yo son Jehovah

Says to come to Him, whether drunk or sober

So drop on your knees yo, if you're coughing your weed bro

God is my Hero, not Robert DeNiro

I’d smoke and get arrested, I was slow and ineffective

But hope is manifested, cause Jehovah’s resurrected

Accept His sacrifice, He treats us mercifully

Invest in afterlife, know Jesus personally

Ayo for the Lord, I flow with no fear

That’s why I’m rocking Fodalo gear

Without the Holy Spirit to guide believers

We’d go the wrong route like blind wide receivers

[Verse 3]

They crucified the Man, He’s the true divine “I AM” [Yahweh]

You can’t find His glory at the Guggenheim Museum

We all are sinners, see we’ve fallen miserably

Exalt the Trinity, follow Paul’s ministry

And start the campaign for the Lamb slain

Cause man’s lame, he stands blamed in his sand frame

Claim your fate is secure, but will you make it for sure?

Better trust in Christ, God doesn’t grade on a curve

It’s not from works, we’re saved through faith alone

We’re awful jerks, but He’s made salvation known

Praise His gracious throne, He dropped my curse

I’m lost on earth, someday He’ll take me home

Some zealous believers, we’re jealous for Jesus

So I spit everywhere like when an elephant sneezes

With the mic device, I invite the sheisty type

To “come on down”, cause Christ’s “Price is Right”

[Outro]

DJ Essence

(Cuts)