Текст песни Fred Hammond - J. Monty

Free me from the way of falling
The people in my nation starving of
Seasonal doctrine
They breathing to escape the coffin
And leaders who forsake their calling
They keep us in bondage
I'm eating true and praying often
Cause people choose to stray from caution and demons be mocking and
Our King is forgotten we preach everything but the cross
And we treat it as equally even and
Whether we mean to demean it or not
Our cerebral perceives it as common
We seeking relief from the cause and effect
That would lead to depleting our profit
"Agree with the prophet" so long as the speech
Of the prophet agrees with the greed of our pockets
Give me the key to my rocket
I'ma speed off, infinity
Even beyond it
Cappin' don't exist
When I get the Trap, Jehovah and a clap to coexist
Rapping holiness, you can leave the bad bologna for the Babylonians
Know I wreak havoc and pandemonium
I flow from Atlanta to Macedonia
I only attack the podium of the phony who lacking sodium
And then bragging on it
Savage on it
Slapping on it
Keep the camera on it
Moved out my house and said "Mama, I'm grown"
Got off of my phone cause people too thirsty
And satan be lurking
And I don't want dead mammon or an idol
Just Fred Hammond and a Bible now I'm in my zone
Dead man Testifying
My next plan is arriving in Zion alone

Woo!
This that Georgia meal (Woo!)
'River of Jordan' feel (Woo!)
This that Lauryn Hill (Woo!)
Forest Hills, more than real
He bore the bill and tore the seal
The court appealed now I'm free from the fire
Born to kill every beat that I try
Soaring til' we go see Him on high
Woo!
This that Georgia meal (Woo!)
'River of Jordan' feel (Woo!)
This that Lauryn Hill (Woo!)
Forest Hills, more than real
He bore the bill and tore the seal
The court appealed now I'm free from the fire
Born to kill every beat that I try
Soaring til' we go see Him on

Wait
Rappers drive to shows
Rapping to be a star
Rappers fly to shows
Rapping to see applause
They really must be hardened, travelling with no cause
Wait
They really must be Harden, travelling with no calls
Aye
Oh Lord
I was dipping in the flame looking for
The fame it was time for me to know the Lord
I was on my way to hell with no escort
I was sitting in a cell with Voldemort
No support
Open sores
Soul was poor
But I won't listen to the lying fool
I'll be marching up to Zion

Woo!
This that Georgia meal (Woo!)
'River of Jordan' feel (Woo!)
This that Lauryn Hill (Woo!)
Forest Hills, more than real
He bore the bill and tore the seal
The court appealed now I'm free from the fire
Born to kill every beat that I try
Soaring til' we go see Him on high
Woo!
This that Georgia meal (Woo!)
'River of Jordan' feel (Woo!)
This that Lauryn Hill (Woo!)
Forest Hills, more than real
He bore the bill and tore the seal
The court appealed now I'm free from the fire
Born to kill every beat that I try
Soaring til' we go see Him on
Wait