Ram’s Horn

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