letra de mic check 1, 2 - shai linne
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yo he’s the s-h
the a-i
the l-i double n-e
rep the son of man
who gave his life
as a ransom for many
yo he’s the p-h
the a-n-a
the t the i the k
spitting the word
with the purpose of putting christ on display
yo it’s the s-t
the e the p-h
the e the n
telling people they need to repent
before they see the end
so uh
microphone check
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1-2
ayo steve
(what’s up?)
it’s on you
[verse 1: stephen the levite]
shai, phanatik and i
emphatically try
to battle these lies
with strategy wise
insanity (why?)
our family ties
in adam preside
our vanity thrives
humanity dies
it’s sad to see
lives are twisted
iniquity got em like licorice
kids are wicked
they get lifted
and split wigs
illegal business
to get rich quick
and hit chicks
it’s like a sickness
can this kid get a witness?
yo it’s amazing
how jesus christ died to save em
but they don’t praise him
they’d rather be stuck in the same sin
i’m talking aged men
hanging around with the same friends
ain’t nothing changed
since they left high school
and became men
they still children
seeking for stuff to fulfill them
they’re only building with legos
floor to ceiling
it’s gon’ be ill when
they see there’s no place to chill when
god’s revealing
their true i.d. like rumpelstiltskin
that’s why we warning em
saying they need to be born-again
cause they’ll be torching em
if they don’t repent
before the end
eternal torment
or the eternal lord and his kin
riding on horses and destroying
the dark forces of men
the choice is yours friend
but if you ask me it’s obvious
he’s god in the flesh
n0body can stop him
not even death
you gotta accept
it’s not a perspective
it’s objective
he died and rose again
so you can live
when he stops your breath kid
[verse 2: phanatik]
they wanted to get deep
they wanted to get street
so
if you’re wondering if
you should run and go get peeps
well
i’ll probably stay here
and i’ll probably change gears
and shift from 5th down to 2nd
just so my message stays clear
i don’t rep the streets
i represent the god of heaven
the god you prayed to
on 9/11
i’m not a reverend
but i got a lot of reverence
for the most high
and close by
is not a weapon
my protection
is not in a nine
or a tech (then)
what on earth am i trusting in
to be safe?
i’m trusting in the god
who claims to give
life past the grave
close range shots
but it’s like
i only got grazed
i got faith
so i’ll live again
death does not faze
you in a maze
cause his grace
is amazing
praise him
he saves men
from the fires of h-ll
that are raging
cajun cages
for all who are raging
against the machine
of the supreme being’s agent
that brings salvation
that can redeem our nation
that can be seen now
while gazing
at the cross
while he’s waiting
(oh) wow he’s patient
(oh) how he saves men
so how do we thank him
who gave us this sk!ll
yo i’ll praise him
no doubt he’s blazing
don’t bow today then
later you will
and that’s real
you can say what you feel
[verse 3: shai linne]
he gave his life as a ransom
i’m hype and i’m dancing
when reciting my anthems of christ
the righteous lamb
who lights my lantern
who else but the lord of the nations
can hype a heathen drunkard
to write without even one word
of self-glorification?
my feeble words
inadequate indeed
to describe the immaculate seed
destined to do miraculous deeds
at the age of twelve
he had the old heads
amazed at his insights
obeyed his parents
even though
he created their windpipes
a true anomaly
and who can ponder the
servant fighting the serpent
in the desert
with verses from deuteronomy
satan threw every obstacle at him
but couldn’t fathom
the brilliant stratagems
of the eschatological adam
the uniqueness
of his meekness
is too deep to speak
and if you think meekness is weakness
then try being meek for a week
perfect humanity
yet bubbling with divinity
fulfilling the eternal covenant
within the trinity
excruciating suffering
infinite agony
divine abandonment
for the inventor of gravity
no sin in his majesty
he was a subst-tute
the fruit of his love was enough
to scoop sin up from the root
the third day rose victorious
meaning his story is
a play that god’s directing
to make jesus look glorious
we spit holy speech over beats
to turn up the temperature
and no retreat
though we seek
the return of the emperor
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