Sacred Science by Blair Linne

Hey yo I'm back, but nobody was asking where I've been
 Let me chime in- I go by the name of... never mind
 This man writes them joints
 God-glorifying lyricism with a style you can't quite pinpoint
 I learned a lot from constant observation- God is patient
 And Christ is exalted above the constellations
 I've been on the low- did some features and compilations
 The controversy started some good conversation
 Hit timothy on the email, he'll give you all the details
 But right now, my focus is the Man who took the three nails
 Two through His wrists, one through His feet
 The wrath of God satisfied- the work of the Son is complete
 So now there's two types of people
 Those who have atonement and those who pay for their own sin, strife and evil
 And God don't play- you got to pay- you need to drop and pray
 But your motto's "Not today" and you got a lot to say
 But your mouth will be shut like pantomimes
 When Jesus Christ comes on the clods with more angels than Anaheim
 Expand your mind; This ain't about fancy rhymes
 Man I'm trying to leave a deep footprint in the sands of time
 The truth of God is triple pound cake heavy
 But ruthless squads of simple clowns ain't ready
 What you know about a rowdy gospel clique
 Rejoicing at the judgment when the wicked get their waffle split?
 Revelation nineteen... demonstrates what I mean
 (You) can't see? Better take some Visine
 We shun the famous life- insane spiritual
 Life up the name of Christ, yet remain lyrical
 Speaking urgently, it's an emergency
 The self-centered emcee's favorite word is "me"
 Our favorite word is "He"- or should I say "Him"
 Since God is triune, I guess our favorite word is "Them"
 As for me, what can I say man? It's real in the crucible
 My life's a daily funeral, but Christ is still beautiful
 I'm fired up for ministry- but business is something
 I ain't did nothing and I'm tired of the industry!
 I don't create for a check, and it ain't for your respect
 I'm enduring all things for the sake of the elect
 That's why cats be like, "Shai, man! You preaching to the choir!"
 I'm like, "Dog, have you seen some of these choirs?"
 They need to be preached to- it's heathens in the pews
 It's treason that they choose, looking for reasons to abuse
 God's grace- walked up to the altar at the age of eight
 Live like the world after that
 And think they'll make it through the gate
 That theology is straight from the father of lies
 In mad pulpits, Satan rocks a disguise
 A plot he's devised so sheep remain stifled
 Because many times I'm like, "Are we reading the same Bible?"
 For instance: (I) recently went to a "Christian" concert
 Not knowing what to expect, hoping to see God work
 The lights went dark, they introduced him, then he came in
 I gotta hand it to him- he was very entertaining
 The crowd was insane, about a thousand and change
 He was wilding on stage; had them shouting his name?
 People in the audience on their way to hell
 And son had more jokes than Dave Chappelle
 It's like he was ashamed of the light; This is backwards
 Christian rappers playing games on the mic
 Non-divine topically, trying to shine constantly
 You've gone beyond the line with some kind of blind philosophy
 With rhymes designed sloppily- this is absurd
 Dig in the Word- get your mind refined properly
 The gospel's not a commodity- So whether in poverty
 Or prospering, it's proper to give shouts to my God rowdily
 Why are people so quick to hand the mic to jokers?
 Good thing the Lord is in the driver's seat like a chauffeur
 His shekinah thunders with no minor blunders
 And sometimes I wonder if the Anti-christ might be Oprah
 It puts me in a true rage that she pumps the New Age
 On television- like five days a week
 Yet only a few gauge that that won't get you saved
 From hell, so listen- 'cause my God came to speak
 He's warning you to flee from the wrath to come
 By putting faith in His matchless Son
 I did it now God will definitely forever be next to me
 In ecstasy- what a destiny for this heavenly refugee
 And this right here is just some random thoughts
 From a vessel of mercy that the Lamb has brought
 So welcome to The Solus Christus Project
 Son, we just gettin' started and we got a lot left!