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letra de for the gospel - spokesmann

verse 1

lift up your heads ye gates be lifted up ye everlasting doors
let the king of your glory come
the ever strong ever great, everything everlasting
power and might, and the glorious light
arise and shine yes our glory is come
the glorious one, we sing our victorious song
never back down cos’ our story is one
like we’re saved by grace through faith in the son
brightest morning star, you were before you made man
knew you gonna make man long before you made sand
you’ve been eternal in time before you made time
with you it’s all right like a man without a left hand
jesus the way, the first through the last door
spoke powerful words, sharper than a hacksaw
you’re my lord and my pastor, shepherd and my pasture
my aim is to see your face like a p-ssport

chorus

we live for the gospel, we die for the gospel
our walk, our talk everyday is the gospel
we live for the gospel, we die for the gospel
our schools, our jobs to the hoods that are hostile
we live for the gospel, we die for the gospel
that’s all that we do everyday in our hustle
full of life so we’ve gon’ past death
you deprive us of our rights yo we use what’s left

verse 2

lions and lionesses, we daniel’s cousins
welcome to your den, we cook you in your own oven
children of god, never alone like the orphans
we’ll eat your whole pride, humility is a coffin
lyrically we could rap more
rap more till we make even pap feels hardcore
but we will rather seek his heart more
speak to your heart core
with the aim to make your heart soft
servants of the most high god, yeah we serve life
but a life without christ is worst than a sad life
good news, jehovah saves us more than a hard drive
plus views us from the top, that’s more like a satellite
i’m a lyrical prophet, i speak the foreseen
i see invisible things, even the unseen
it’s more than hip-hop i’m a lyrical morphine
so listen, without christ you’re playing in the wrong team

chorus

go tell goliath that david is here
i’m a child of god, i’m a davidic heir
got the genes that my father king david did bear
so i stay in my post like david de gea
flow for the top boss, a flow that is top notch
my aim everyday is to give god the top spot
in my life, everytime i grab mics
cos he gave me unstoppable flows like a cracked pipe
think spirits, i speak like a ghetto child
rappers without christ are just lyrical pedophiles
forget about tight, i’m superglue and aradite
microphone terrorist, i make every pharaoh die
don’t be deceived, with the looks of the fine boys
we don’t only cast demons, homie we bind ghosts
them rappers wanna blow, but homie we’re time bombs
our god reigns(rains) like the season after harmattan goes

chorus

- spokesmann

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