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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
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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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