Ram’s Horn

Timothy Brindle

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    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

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    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

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