Текст песни Flame feat. Da' T.R.U.T.H., Phanatik, R-Swift, J-Silas, J-Son, Thi'sl, E-Licia, Azriel, Flame - From The Mid to the East Cypha
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He's in a class by himself A league of His own He'll give life to the dead He'll breathe on your bones He's more than a homeboy He's king on a thrown Now either love Him, or leave Him alone But you can't do both, it's either or The velvet or the iron door The lamb or the lion that roars The provider of the rider on the horse He's Yahweh, King Much more than a product in the store Plus, He's faithful and true Waitin' to come through Consume fools like a plate full of food Eternal life, that's a fate for the few No breaking the rule Come on a roll like skateboarder dudes Check the flavor my neighbor You can raise your hand while I Set the faiser to taiser This is shock for you soul A little rock and roll Something to step to when you Hit the block and stroll So let's lock and load Word of God is the ammo Armor of God, camo fatigues Strategic Rambo maneuvers Hand over land is the move, man Stand soldier, firm in your faith Time to do what He told ya Hold up the 66 books stuck in the radio Always trying to hit me with hooks, nope Feeling my crew? Hallelu This is how it sounds when Pilly goes down Mixed with the Lou ooh, try and listen I, yes the Christian wide screen addition In high definition coming soon Like manana, sun and moon That the for my peoples, like sunny tunes So it's one, two for my mic check As I approach a world that Christ less Giving you good meat to digest And I swear solidly the rock properly Dropping non-stopily Since the rock spotted me Knocked me down, switched my flow game Changed my identity from sinner to no name Gave my soul flame Now it's nothing but Gospel Whenever I flow man From Philly to the mid-west right thurr My mic serves the Gospel to Strike the right nerve So when you finished with this cypha music If the Cross ain't done yet Then neither is the movement His mercy, mercy's on me like the jersey Royalty purple and gold like James Worthy A trade's been made I ain't worth a food stamp Can't stand on my own like I've got two cramps Ain't sinning, but I can, pray for me You're my brother right? Then you're able to pray for me We all foolish, thinking we ain't Judas Help me Lord Paul thought his sins were rudest Stacey dashes, taking dashes clueless Makes me mad is us Christians act the cruelest I got some knocks on my head from some Bibles Gave some too, thank Christ for survival Hearts deceitful making knowledge idols Trunks in my eye and I can't see my rivals Cause they unseen, please remember We don't uproot, God yells timber This is the lost swift movement From the mid to the east To bring across truth to flame to The ears of the streets My Bible's my Tonic I guess I'm a Phantik for Christ Or Ambassador Slashin hearts with the Word of Tru-Life Actually, He's giving me what I need to survive Cause Adam had to have branded us To the breed that would die thank Jesus At least you can say that Our hearts still ain't hardened He said This House I Shall Live So right there my sins have been pardoned It's mercy Because we're sinners saved by grace If not, smell it like pee-ew As J-Silas would say The violence today is running rapid From the nature of sin So we paint a picture of the Cross And pray the world will give in We set tracks ablaze for the Rock of Ages To free captive minds from locks and cages This is hot off the press, fam Flip the pages Sin has a penalty, who paying the wages? Its as clear as it gets Can't get no clearer Couldn't get it closer to ya if You looked in a mirror Unless your vision dirty fam Like grit on the mirror Gritty, grimy, filthy Like spit on the mirror Jesus' blood cleansed us though like Windex on the mirror 'till His image what we see when We look in the mirror 'till His love is what you see When you looking at us Black is blood is what it seem When God is looking at us Oh, it's outrageous The Word of God is so amazing its time Let's walk this way and let's Get to cypha God-blazin Sin and death, I'm sick of it We need His omnipotence Stand against wickedness With lifted fists and arms raised It is my turn to spark this cypha Its time to start this fire The real Jesus walks with me Even through the wire he's the true Messiah He don't care about a tire You filthy rags, He makes clean he admires I don't need the blings I rock the products of the Father I hold onto this attire manufactured by Abba Don't need the Gucci The phat ride, or the Prada Cause my hand gesture welcomes God In like the Ramada He preach the Cross even When the legions mock And we seek what's pleasing God Cause He's the boss Watching what we say like closed caption Believe it doc' The world's watching us like peeping tom's When we spit like teething tots Thousands of heathens drop And become dumb-founded like when Speech is lost Gospel emcees are rare like an equinox Non-Christ-centered verses are grieving God I don't need the props I was the sheep that's lost Then I met the good Shepard His voice leads the flock In this day and time Satan is Taking lives like Ethan Hawk So cling to God with tunes open Receive the plot We scream enough truth that You've got to listen I'm Flame, can't take the heat Get out the kitchen Christian cats are spittin' Christ With the mic on We ride through the dark with Our high-beam lights on The whole camp might be social martyrs We preach with our life and are vocal artists Jesus, welcome to Christ saints Can I take your order? I'll have the bread of Heaven And the living water we'll stick together God's sons and daughters Let us worship together The God who called us And we ain't those cats After a platinum million Cause just knowing Christ is That platinum feeling |
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Давайте пойдём этим путём и давайте
Доберёмся до Божественного пылающего кифа
Грех и смерть, мне это надоело
Нам нужно Его всемогущество
Встаньте против нечестия
С поднятыми кулаками и поднятыми руками
Моя очередь разжечь этот кифа
Пора разжечь этот огонь
Настоящий Иисус идёт со мной
Даже сквозь проволоку, он истинный Мессия
Ему плевать на шины
Вас, грязные тряпки, Он очищает, он восхищается
Мне не нужны побрякушки
Я ношу продукцию Отца
Я держусь за этот наряд, сшитый Аббой
Мне не нужен Гуччи
Пышная тачка или Прада
Ведь мой жест рукой приветствует Бога
В Рамаде
Он проповедует Крест даже
Когда легионы насмехаются
И мы ищем того, что угодно Богу
Ведь Он — главный
Следит за тем, что мы говорим, как субтитры
Верь в это, док
Это Мир смотрит на нас, словно подглядывающий Том,
Когда мы плюёмся, как малыши, у которых режутся зубы,
Тысячи язычников падают,
И онемели, как когда,
Теряется дар речи,
Ведущие евангельских концертов редки, как равноденствие,
Стихи, не сосредоточенные на Христе, огорчают Бога,
Мне не нужен реквизит,
Я был потерянной овцой,
Затем я встретил доброго Пастыря,
Его голос ведёт стадо,
В этот день и время сатана,
Забирает жизни, как Итан Хоук,
Так что держись за Бога с открытыми мелодиями,
Понимай сюжет,
Мы кричим достаточно правды,
Тебе придётся слушать,
Я – Пламя, не выношу жара,
Убирайся из кухни,
Христианские коты плюются Христом,
С включённым микрофоном,
Мы мчимся сквозь тьму с,
Наши фары включены,
Весь лагерь может быть социальным мучеником,
Мы проповедуем всей своей жизнью и являемся вокальными артистами,
Иисус, добро пожаловать во Христа. Святые
Могу ли я принять ваш заказ?
Мне нужен хлеб небесный
И живая вода, мы будем вместе
Сыновья и дочери Бога
Давайте поклоняться вместе
Богу, который призвал нас
И мы не те коты
После платинового миллиона
Ведь просто знать Христа – это
Это платиновое чувство
