Lyrical Theology

This a tribute to all the ones who ran before me
 Known to spit truth so ya'll can understand His glory
 This a tribute to all the ones who ran before me
 Known to spit truth so ya'll can understand His glory
 This a tribute to all the ones who ran before me
 Known to spit truth so ya'll can understand His glory
 This a tribute to all the ones who ran before me
 Known to spit truth so ya'll can understand His glory
 I'm not here to flex an impressive presentation
 When the greatest question facing us presently's restoration
 How the depraved are paved a way to Him
 It's deep, can't sleep on the jam we're in
 And be in (Ambien) the wake of Great Awakening
 The blanks? we need to fill em in, my aim's to lead this quill or pen
 Straight to Jesus, spilling ink for saints to see em killing sin
 That fine wine rhyme primed with divine antioxidants
 This kind of party over here will define the crime and consequence
 But I can't hit your mind with the peace sign
 To see why we're chasing these Vapors I gotta rewind
 Created on the 6th, our world fallen shortly after
 A corporate disaster captured before the fourth chapter
 Now God must waste all pursuers of the pearls of King's
 A true royal flush when our world's redeemed
 Either doom or jubilation, disaster or life
 Instruments of mercy or wrath, Adam or Christ
 Crass illumination, no strings attached to my communication
 ...Satellite kites
 More personal than a rhyme or a path to just grab advice
 'Cause I heard it through the Vine that cats are just glad its night (Gladys Knight)
 Appetite for the dark lest regeneration comes
 And gives a heart of flesh or new breath in our native lungs
 If they only knew the good life's not between two girls
 Need more than 20/20 to see we're between two worlds
 -So it begins-
 And Genesis would open the venues
 Focused on sin, but our hope is in the "so it continues"
 When the Lord avenges His sheep
 While cloaking His foes from Noah's descendants with vengeance, it's known as rinse and repeat
 A heightened scene, but the righteous scream "Christ is King!"
 When He's serving terror slicing America's impious (im-PIE-ous) dream
 So, for the fallen in the crucible, you all better chop chop
 You can't stop the funeral as long as the clock talks
 As your pages turn, don't bank on economy's vain returns
 But turn, embrace and learn Christology, in lament terms:
 Take an expository journey through the Apostles
 And accounts of the eye-witness encounters of the Gospels
 Spoken with boldness, they never played around or dressed it up
 A controversial mix of guys who taped the mouths of skeptics shut
 While showing Christ in the Mosaic theophanies
 And truth, beauty and goodness that were laid in the prophecies
 The Hebraic and Aramaic paints the Messiah's reign
 To die is gain was faint for the saints when the silence came
 'Til a vehicle came forward seeing the Lord's gonna
 Give us what we wouldn't expect to see in a (Sienna) forerunner (4Runner)
 I find it kind of ironic how His grace produced
 The catalyst of rap to espouse these weighty truths
 This that live, active movement, chiropractic back aligned with the mind of Christ
 Rap, didactic music
 Lyrical catechism, to most, absurd and aberrant
 Opposing a boasting culture, we focus on Word and Sacrament
 Hoping for a future with the Suffering Servant
 Don't box me in with the unknown God of Carpe Diem
 But He's active, no downtime for this crowned Lion
 Won't find or see Him inside of a mausoleum
 He sits above in the highest of positions
 Diadem glistens with simple love in higher definition
 He's pristine and sovereign, no, His rule isn't cursory
 Though history has chronicled a human emergency
 But a powerful commitment and a Shepherd from Calvary
 Tabernacled with a remnant given heaven's mentality
 Now it's "Holy, Holy, Holy" through he mouths of wretched sinners
 With unholy cultures molded to a house of representatives
 But I never deserved His kindness, should have left me thirsty, blind, reckless, vile
 But His mercy shined, now anybody coming in to search me finds self-denial
 I'm a grassroots sower, the attributes of God
 Got hands on lawnmowers, if you stand for truth then nod
 In the atonement see His glory in every sphere of your reality
 So His stories are mirrored in this lyrical theology
 From MCs who give a deep and relevant harmony
 The Result of these have led to The Elementology