paroles de chanson Seventy Five Deep - Je'kob

I'm addressin' every hater that's just gotta hate
Stop bein' rude y'all about an hour past late
The least you can do is be timely with your ridicual
Then maybe I might respond, and might get at you
But probably not, i'm flown' with a strategy
Some of y'all should get you some, oh yea but you're not me
The body of Christ is so incredibly diverse
I'm out in left, so they look at me like I'm a curse
Haters see my swagg is up, they say that I am boastin'
Tell em that He fills my cup, I am holy coastin'
Down the PCH, leanin' in a low rida'
Je'kob spit life from Cali down to Florida
I'm not playin' games, I'm in my own lane
Get up off the side lines, help us get these people saved
Stop hatin' sittin' in your hater chairs
At your hater homes combin' out your hater hairs
But it's not your fault, you've been taught wrong
That artists that rep Christ can only sing one song
Well, that's garbage, and my disposal won't eat it
And I'm honored, that y'all think that I'm conceded
When everything that's good in me, is from Christ alone
They mad at me cause sometimes I joke around in songs
I ain't special, let this be my testimony
I don't roll with a click, but I'm far from lonely
I've been put here to spit, and I do it well
My split personality said it, not me about myself
We're all sinners and seasoned or not, we're all beginners
Real war is in the streets, that's why I'm not confined to buildings
So you can crucify me, and y'all can call me Judas
I found my place of zen, but brody, I am not a Buddhist
I'm just a no name with a breast plate
On the front lines where the vets stay
Been in this game,
For over fifteen years, not minutes like some y'all claim
And I'm not sane, I'm a crazy kid
From the coast of Cali, where they do it big
And the fact is, we are all the same
Who are we to judge how Christ decides to use a man
Don't be a hypocrite, cause that's a kin to hater
I'm goin' in on this, ain't savin' none for later
Jesus walked with prostitutes and tax collectors
He flipped tables in synagogues and taught 'em lessons
But we're comfortable, don't wanna ruffle feathers
In the world, that is, but in the church we bare knuckles
Or just check the forums, and ask yourself this
If you were unsaved, and reading that what would you think of His
Church goin' believers, actin' like we ain't got Jesus
Tearing' down another ministry, cause we don't need it
Who are you, and who am I, and who is he
To cast the first stone, blameless? Maybe
God works in mysterious ways, and we are in mysterious days
They introduce the chip in the health plan, I'm only one man
You want it in your forehead, or your one hand
I'm off topic, but not far, it's here right now
We gotta support the soldiers who use sound
To transform peoples' hearts, to reel 'em in
Cause y'all know, the whole world's swimmin' deep in sin
He ain't holdin' back, looks like he's goin' in
Hater grab a needle and some thread, stop sewing sin
How much longer must we do this? My heart is weary
But James told me if I draw near, then He is with me
I'm feelin' super crispy, the flow is super crispy
The gutter's jealous, he just heard that I'm stupid gritty
There's only one way to Heaven-through Jesus Christ
Scientifically, it can't be dark if we're shinin' light
And if we're shinin' bright, all on one accord
Can you imagine the glory that would be given to the Lord
And it's a cryin' shame, to see the world unite
While believers tear each other up, like a Tyson fight
If I'm Holyfield, and my ears are gone
I will use forces that are not known, to write this song
E.T. is phonin' home, pockets full of mustard seeds
Though I'm in the valley, walk with my Jesus peace
And I'm killin' beats, and I'm feelin" free
Message to the haters, this is just me