Текст песни Same God - Redeemed Thought

I serve the same God the old saints did
Don't be mistaken, Lord willin' I'll do the same things they did
Everybody from Samson to David, thier all base men
In the hands of a God who's amazin'
I serve the same God the old saints did
Don't be mistaken, Lord willin' I'll do the same things they did
Everybody from Samson to David, thier all base men
Yo!
Steve: Sometimes it's just me the Lord and my amour bearer verses mad Philistines
Like Jonathan son of Saul in first Samuel fourteen
Sayin' "we can take these pagans, yo if the Lord's wit' us
He can use the two of us but still won't let a sword hit us"
"I'm feelin' the vision bruh, I say we run wit' it"
"Cool but if they tell us to wait, then stay were done wit it
But if they tell us to bring it, we'll have to bring it on
And that will be the sign from the Lord that it's time to get it on"
The Philistines see us comin' they got jokes fo' us
But all I heard was the magic words, I'm so focused
I'm comin' in crawlin', my armour bearer followin'
Bodies are fallin' twenty men are slaughtered and were just startin'
The earth is shakin' the people are gettin' scared
Half of the arm is catchin' on realizin' we're not there
The Philistines are slayin' each other conused
Even Hebrews who came with them are now fightin' for these dudes
And men of Israel hidin' in Mount Ephriam
Are comin', since they heard they were runnin' and were beatin' em
Forget the odds, my God's got the majority and if He sends me to battle, I know he'll go to war for me
I serve the same God the old saints did
Don't be mistaken, Lord willin' I'll do the same things they did
Everybody from Samson to David, thier all base men
In the hands of a God who's amazin'
I serve the same God the old saints did
Don't be mistaken, Lord willin' I'll do the same things they did
Everybody from Samson to David, thier all base men
Yo!
Steve: Sometimes I feel like Phinehas sittin' in the midst of Christian Idolatry
Witnessin' God get mad like Numbers twenty-five: three
Christian rap is gettin' equivalent to Catholicism, empty ritual and tradition mixed with Pagan religion
I cry for the state of my poor nation
But I spy one with a pagan whore in preparation for fornication
Somebody hand me a javelin, I'll stand in my man's tent
And jam it in him and the the woman's abdomen
Adonai has had it with sin in the camp and it's
Ample time that we handle it wit zeal remainin' passionate
There's a plague and these just don't understand that it's the result of thier actions of sin and it's runnin' rampant
I'm askin' how long do you wannt it to last kid
How long will you sin, settin' aside God's commandments
For man made inanimate objects and idols
Lead by the flesh, puttin' you pleasure before the bible
Simply for the sake of secular status or title among men
But God says your sin is disgusting
So all of that junk should be counted as dung then
Sick like the dirt that came out of Eglon when the dagger was thrust in
I serve the same God the old saints did
Don't be mistaken, Lord willin' I'll do the same things they did
Everybody from Samson to David, thier all base men
In the hands of a God who's amazin'
I serve the same God the old saints did
Don't be mistaken, Lord willin' I'll do the same things they did
Everybody from Samson to David, thier all base men
Yo!
Steve: Sometime feel like I might be the only one but God points to first Kings
Sayin' "you know, you sound like Elijah in chapter nineteen
Let me tak it back a chapter to show you the deal with these pagan prophets who thought they could battle the God of Israel
Tell everybody to meet me at mount Carmel
Bring the prophets of Hip Hop and those who eat wit' Jezebel
Shame on you believers who dance on the line between the True
God and the pagan Hip Hop idol you need to choose
I know it's eight hundred and fifty against me
But God sent me to prove to y'all that Hip Hop is empty
Somebody give me two mics without wires and we'll offer our freestyle sacrifices without fire
If you believe in your god then call on his name
I'll do the same, but let the true and livin' God anwser wit' flames
They freestyled all mourning but nobody anwsered I mocked 'em they got louder, and cut themselves with lancets
It's past six and your mics are still cold
Y'all cut yourselves fo nuthin' rhymes are still old
Now it's my turn
Put my mic in a bucket of ice clear my throat twice, tell my God he's nice and watch the mic burn
Who can use a one man squad
To prostrate the pagan hearts of jews and make'em say "Yahweh is God!"
Who makes idol prophets look like ventriloquist
Speakin' for objects and personas that never will exist
Who brings the ill wind earthquake and fire but still speaks in delicate whispering to Elijah
The God of Abraham Isaac and Israel
The God of Stephen the Levite, and the God of Darrell L. Bell