Paroles de 'Ram’s Horn' par Timothy Brindle

C'mon, yeah
Turn me back up
C'mon

16 Bars to spit with Timothy (whoo)
Dedicated to Christ, when I die, remember me (c'mon)
No Glory in me, just remember my works
If you still think I'm prideful, then remember I'm dirt (we just dirt)
And you, too, see through all of you people
Discernment from readin' the Greek and Hebrew (it's the Bible, y'all)
(C'mon) Life in me now and I'm hatin' the evil
When I walk in myself, I smell it like pee-yew (eww)
You understand, I'm not God, I'm just a man
If you see me shine, in the Spirit or just a tan
Too much Son, you can say I'm just a fan
Gets hot when I'm givin' Him praise (whoo)
Out my clothes like my name was King Dave dancin' for days
Sweat drippin' (c'mon)
No beat, I seen people dancin' the days (yeah)
You know how 'dem saints be
We peculiar people just waitin' for a peculiar sequel
With tracts in our hands, all glad to greet you
Last dollar, we 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
C'mon

Excuse me, J, Uh
What the deal with cotton candy Christians
Who demand blessings, but can't stand afflictions?
Compared to other things, they barely love the King
Wanna be like Christ, but not share in sufferings
Receive the Savior or you're more than flawed
Without the Mediator, you're at war with God
So come impart with the humble carpenter
He paid 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, will 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 pocket Bible's sharper than your Excalibur

Two of 'em like Yosemite Sam, What's up, Doc?
Gospel shots graze you, holy holes in your man (c'mon)
66-caliber fam, I'm dyin' to stand (Jesus)
Victorious, I'll die in the stand
To lift Elohim up, my team buck like young deer (whoa)
Wild-out for Christ, preach life with no fear (ok)
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, sizzlin' cries in the flame
It's no gain (whoo)
It's no pain like when apart from God
I lived it, breathed to death and I tried, it's suicide
Like anthrax, man packs death snacks (c'mon)
'Cause when man snacks, it's like layin' on Amtraks (Jesus)
'Cause man's whack, damned to die without Christ
In the hottest degree with no ice, it's yo' life

Fervent evangelism's certain to damage rhythms
Beware, the serpent is determined to keep man imprisoned
I was wisdomless and mischievous
Now I'm flippin' scripts, from Philippians to Leviticus
When the end is here, you'll hear the trumpeter
But we never fear, 'cause we're near the Comforter
But some are (para) 'noid because the Son destroys
I have abundant joy, even when I'm unemployed
Satan is cunnin', your crew is doomed in sin
We wait for the comin' 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!

Victorious like Joshua blowin' the ram's horn