Lyrics Goodnight - Redeemed Thought

It's time to BREAK DOWN! shake town, the sound of grace abounding
With the base pounding breaks down your fake housing
Time to BUILD UP! with the real stuff, if your skilled, hit the field bruh
Don't stop till heaven is filled up
It's time to BREAK DOWN! shake town, the sound of grace abounding
With the base pounding breaks down your fake housing
Time to BUILD UP! with the real stuff, if your skilled, hit the field bruh
Don't stop till heaven is filled up
Steve: Under construction, God's doin' something
Blast from the dynamite thunderin' it sounds like destruction
Demolition men twist the ignition
Tools for the mission, hit the pool, it's too hot in the kitchen
Big rush, gotta break down to build up
'Bring the big stuff bruh yo, stuff the big truck, with the ill junk
Heresy blastin', pride smashin'
Stained glass crashin' wreckin' balls of passion
Raw cats, saints wit timbs and ball caps
Under hard hat attack the flaws in rap format
Drop jaws, stop the applause, it's not odd
It's God's squad, prodin' the hard parts of your heart
Wit' a hot sword, God's Word, drop knowledge on 'em like proverb
Cats better act like, y'all heard
The run down, work before the suns down
'Cause the dumb clowns can't toss thier dunce crowns at the suns gown
Bema: seat of judgement for believers
What did you achieve receive your reward from your leader
Lazy ones
Hay wood and stubble left, blazed in a rubble check, the remaining works of the crazy ones
Fire proof, gold silver stones build the homes of the good servent
Like the third pig, stay alerted
Wit' desire to, lay the foundation
After breakin' down pagan towers, this salvation is ground breakin'
It's time to BREAK DOWN! shake town, the sound of grace abounding
With the base pounding breaks down your fake housing
Time to BUILD UP! with the real stuff, if your skilled, hit the field bruh
Don't stop till heaven is filled up
It's time to BREAK DOWN! shake town, the sound of grace abounding
With the base pounding breaks down your fake housing
Time to BUILD UP! with the real stuff, if your skilled, hit the field bruh
Don't stop till heaven is filled up
Muze: Yo, skip the quantity, cats build for quality
Budget tops the lottery, hand-crafted pottery
Built by my Savior, filled with the ill flavor
Fingerprints of a great builder skilled with his sabre
Cutting through the hard tissue, it's a heart issue
Clean this dirty vessel, pump your Spirit through my vessels, bring some storms to this vessel
Large missiles, aimed at the root of kids
Fooled by the numinous, musing on the crucifix
Blast from the dunimous, open the womb then broke through the tomb
Gave hope to the few who hope in the groom
The whole of the news is spoken to dudes
Who roll with their crews and smoke in the fumes
Christ changes their hearts, then takes them apart
Starts flames with a spark and chases the dark out
Under the sun, the blameless are none
But he gave us his Son then gave us a .
CHANGE UP. switch cats to sick rappers
Workmanship patterned after His data, Adam split after
The curtain ripped, opened up the holiest of holies
So that the unholy can come to the throne boldly
JESUS, the chief cornerstone, he rerolled the stone
So that we can see home like when Stephen was stoned
I too became God's haiku
To try to guide you to pry through and find truth
It's time to BREAK DOWN! shake town, the sound of grace abounding
With the base pounding breaks down your fake housing
Time to BUILD UP! with the real stuff, if your skilled, hit the field bruh
Don't stop till heaven is filled up
It's time to BREAK DOWN! shake town, the sound of grace abounding
With the base pounding breaks down your fake housing
Time to BUILD UP! with the real stuff, if your skilled, hit the field bruh
Don't stop till heaven is filled up
Steve: God's building each stone a part of the building
Building part of his building plus apart from them he's still God's building
A whole piece and piece of the whole
Makin' peace between the holy and the un-whole
Peep the three roles, ministry is three fold
(1)peep the Seed of Eve, (2)sow the seeds and (3) make sho' the seeds grow
Muze: into trees bearing kiwi's with green leaves in winter
That don't wither, stay rooted and grounded by the river
No fruit, grab an axe, swing it like you're mad at it
Break it like a bad habit, uproot and trash it
Bruised reeds bend back, smoking flax fan that
Stand fast like that Atlas cat, Can you handle that?
Steve: Build the tabernacle, no spackle needed smash the alabaster box
First love, take you back like Fraggle Rock
Voltron, unified body transformed
Guided by the head, never misled, dog we stand strong
Diesel
The gates of hell still can't prevail, y'all hit the nails, but God ripped the veil what can evil do?
Muze: Nada! rocking your medulla oblongata
We're fueling sons and daughters to pursue the Abba Father
The Foreman, transfroming men from their former man
Three days raised, three characters are forming him
To be continued as we step into the infinite
One truth like a ton of bricks, BUILD SOMETHING WITH IT!!!
It's time to BREAK DOWN! shake town, the sound of grace abounding
With the base pounding breaks down your fake housing
Time to BUILD UP! with the real stuff, if your skilled, hit the field bruh
Don't stop till heaven is filled up
It's time to BREAK DOWN! shake town, the sound of grace abounding
With the base pounding breaks down your fake housing
Time to BUILD UP! with the real stuff, if your skilled, hit the field bruh
Don't stop till heaven is filled up