Correction Paroles Not Worthy par Shai Linne

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Imma punch Satan in his head
Cats running when they see the rocks crying
My God, firm as a rock
You know who I am, face bowed touching my knees
You know I am, pestilence, famine, and all
The souls dying, man I’m not lying
I can see Him now, blood on His robe and bronze feet
Eyes burn fiery red, the Word speaks
I am that I am, you are who you are
And because I am, you are not at the par
This swordsman made every breath cutting the loss
Sin separates God and man, cuttin’ you off
You had your side thing going, undercutting the boss
The wages, baby, are told, now you're cutting the cost
Suffer the loss, long-suffering is past duе
Is Christ real? It’s not too late to ask you

We’rе not worthy of His glory
So we press
We grip the M-I-C to spit righteousness
Bold with ours to make it
You must confess
I know Satan ain’t liking this
We’re not worthy of His glory
So we press
We grip the M-I-C to spit righteousness
Bold with ours to make it
You must confess
I know Satan ain’t liking this
As my King remains concerned with the sparrow’s fate
I marinate on how to make it through the narrow gate
Contemplate the Pharaoh’s hate
How God hardened his heart
The world in the dark, it’s falling apart
Jesus Christ died for sinners, that’s clear
Shame on me if I ever pick up this mic and that’s not what you hear
Sure as we standing right here
He’s coming back to judge the world
No time to finish your chocolate fudge swirl or hug your girl
Instantaneous fright clearer than Arabian nights
Not an alien invasion in sight
Baby it’s Christ in radiant light
Revelation of the mystery
Is without warning, God interrupts human history
Doom and misery
Await those who shunned God, who chose to run
From Him, they’re frozen stunned
When the only Son comes with His holy ones on high
And whoever’s not covered by the blood gonna die
In the burning lake you’ll watch the turn you take
Don’t wait till it’s way too late to learn your fate
Humble yourself before the Lord, ask the Son
For mercy and He’ll save you from the wrath to come
Humble yourself before the Lord, ask the Son
For mercy and He’ll save you from the wrath to come
We’re not worthy of His glory
So we press
We grip the M-I-C to spit righteousness
Bold with ours to make it
You must confess
I know Satan ain’t liking this
We’re not worthy of His glory
So we press
We grip the M-I-C to spit righteousness
Bold with ours to make it
You must confess
I know Satan ain’t liking this

(Shai Linne)
Hey yo J, we underestimate the gravity of our depravity
We on life support thinking we only have a cavity
Since Adam we have fallen rapidly and drastically
Back in Genesis our innocence became a casualty
The human heart is like the acid, B, inside a battery
From Hitler to Rwanda we see its evil capacity
All kinds of tragedies, catastrophes, and blasphemies
We even got Pharisees in our pastors’ seats

(J-Silas)
Can you hear that? The angels scream holy every time a soul’s won
3:16, c*ck back the soul gun
Love conquers all, I’ll show them
Soul straying, strength of Samson will hold them
Let my people go like Moses
Street sweep the wilderness like R-Swift
All this power I have is not mines
Hy Pro Glo, through Christ my light shines
(Shai Linne)
Hey yo, I go by the name of…nick that
I’d rather be anonymous
In God I trust
The Lord is prompting us
We’re more than conquerors
But yet we’re wanderers
On this earthly pilgrimage
Through the wilderness
Where only Christ can clean you from your filthiness

(J-Silas)
So now y’all see that the Lord’s comin’
So me and Shai reach out with long arms to those short like little Drummond
Understands to the man that we can’t make it
When that trump blows, we can’t fake it (come on)

We’re not worthy of His glory
So we press
We grip the M-I-C to spit righteousness
Bold with ours to make it
You must confess
I know Satan ain’t liking this
We’re not worthy of His glory
So we press
We grip the M-I-C to spit righteousness
Bold with ours to make it
You must confess
I know Satan ain’t liking this

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