CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 16 Bars
(Corey Red)
Hey yo, Todd
(Tre-Z)
Hey yo what up, Red
(Corey Red)
I’m saying, let’s get a clique of Christian soldiers (uh-huh)
Say forget the radio (uh-huh)
Take it back to ’79
And bang this joint for Jesus
(Tre-Z)
Yeah, yeah, first up J-Silas
Blaw! Guess who’s back and transformed
Victorious like Joshua blowing the ram’s horn
God will crush this throng as I rush the door
Mighty warrior swing the hammer with the thrust of Thor
Blood, He met the floor from the cross that drips
Pen hit the paper like the nails that hit His wrists (come on)
You like, “What is this?” The gospel, dog
Blind men see the light in the midst of fog
Tear down the walls, Lord I’m ready to take this here
16 bars of truth spit without the fear
RockSoul rocks souls from here to the Roman’s dome or the Colosseum
Praising my God AM to PM
You know, J-E to the S-U-S
Not mankind, mankind lies in death
With the covers on baby, ’cause He’s comfortable
Close that, that casket’s full
I live the life of an urban pilgrim
Dwelling amongst the grimiest, shiestiest, two-faced, and some-timiest
Trying to make the light of Christ obvious to a people cold and numb like frost-bitten fingertips
They trying to nullify what we testify
Till I look ’em square in the eye
And tell ’em Christ crucified
Died like the rest of them
Went to the lower parts and grabbed up the best of men
Put the “wop bop a loo bops” on death and sin
Freed the captives then resurrected again
On the third day, contrary to what men say
Christ Jesus is Lord, Savior, Good Shepherd, and Sensei
Swinging a double-edged sword
If you die in sin, you can’t come back like you lost the seventh Dragon Ball
The Second Coming’s gonna be tragic for you disbelievers
Jesus’ beef will snatch your wigs off like “Come on Cletus”
Yeah, I approach mics to spit the fire of Christ
So while you searching for the limelight trying to shine bright
My position is the front line, preaching life
Quicker than a thief in the night, my theme is Christ
I walk the streets with a mission
To fulfill the Great Commission
Through rhyme-spittin’, I spread the message of the crucifixion
And how I livin’ is a description
Of the sin-sickness but there’s deliverance
The Rock of Ages who rocked death to save us
When we were locked in cages
Spreading glorification
I spit rhymes to faces to praise His name which is blameless
I use the mic to speak Christ to whom the aim is
Through salvation, there’s life and all you got to do is claim it
Amen
Ayo you money-hungry preachers better check yourself
What’s the deal with this gospel of health and wealth
All the “blab-it grab-it,” “name-it claim-it” trends
Christ ain’t die so you could drive Mercedes-Benz
So you could take your ends and placate your friends
The Son of God was crucified to pay for sins
The sight I peeped on TV one night was deep
Blind sheep tossin’ they loot beside your feet
Your materialism has gone way too far
The world mocks you because you’re more worldly than they are
We try to speak and do what’s righteous
Don’t care if you don’t like us
If John the Baptist was here, he’d a called you a brood of vipers
1 Timothy 6 makes it clear to me you’re teaching heresy
Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t trying to be no Pharisee
All I’m saying is simply preach the Word brethren
And let’s honor our Lord by storing treasures up in heaven
The church says it’s love if I teach the blood and forgiveness
But label me thug if I curse Saint Nicolas
They tell me, “Don’t say this, don’t say that, change your lyric”
Everybody’s a critic but I ain’t trying to hear it (word up)
In the ministry I always got the freedom to preach
But the industry always take my freedom of speech
My freedom to teach, to me, censorship is a leech
But life ain’t fair, nobody cares
The mic I always split from the heart
Spit from the heart, nick from the heart
These be the rhymes you only get from the heart
Satan’s kingdom, God’s wrath will soon tear it down
I make you laugh but shed the tears of a clown
You lame cats hug me then you diss me when I’m gone
But you same cats will miss me when I’m gone (amen)
Corey Red, I’m Christian and I’m raw and when I die then you’ll realize you should’ve listen to me more
Hey yo, Todd
(Tre-Z)
Hey yo what up, Red
(Corey Red)
I’m saying, let’s get a clique of Christian soldiers (uh-huh)
Say forget the radio (uh-huh)
Take it back to ’79
And bang this joint for Jesus
(Tre-Z)
Yeah, yeah, first up J-Silas
Blaw! Guess who’s back and transformed
Victorious like Joshua blowing the ram’s horn
God will crush this throng as I rush the door
Mighty warrior swing the hammer with the thrust of Thor
Blood, He met the floor from the cross that drips
Pen hit the paper like the nails that hit His wrists (come on)
You like, “What is this?” The gospel, dog
Blind men see the light in the midst of fog
Tear down the walls, Lord I’m ready to take this here
16 bars of truth spit without the fear
RockSoul rocks souls from here to the Roman’s dome or the Colosseum
Praising my God AM to PM
You know, J-E to the S-U-S
Not mankind, mankind lies in death
With the covers on baby, ’cause He’s comfortable
Close that, that casket’s full
I live the life of an urban pilgrim
Dwelling amongst the grimiest, shiestiest, two-faced, and some-timiest
Trying to make the light of Christ obvious to a people cold and numb like frost-bitten fingertips
They trying to nullify what we testify
Till I look ’em square in the eye
And tell ’em Christ crucified
Died like the rest of them
Went to the lower parts and grabbed up the best of men
Put the “wop bop a loo bops” on death and sin
Freed the captives then resurrected again
On the third day, contrary to what men say
Christ Jesus is Lord, Savior, Good Shepherd, and Sensei
Swinging a double-edged sword
If you die in sin, you can’t come back like you lost the seventh Dragon Ball
The Second Coming’s gonna be tragic for you disbelievers
Jesus’ beef will snatch your wigs off like “Come on Cletus”
Yeah, I approach mics to spit the fire of Christ
So while you searching for the limelight trying to shine bright
My position is the front line, preaching life
Quicker than a thief in the night, my theme is Christ
I walk the streets with a mission
To fulfill the Great Commission
Through rhyme-spittin’, I spread the message of the crucifixion
And how I livin’ is a description
Of the sin-sickness but there’s deliverance
The Rock of Ages who rocked death to save us
When we were locked in cages
Spreading glorification
I spit rhymes to faces to praise His name which is blameless
I use the mic to speak Christ to whom the aim is
Through salvation, there’s life and all you got to do is claim it
Amen
Ayo you money-hungry preachers better check yourself
What’s the deal with this gospel of health and wealth
All the “blab-it grab-it,” “name-it claim-it” trends
Christ ain’t die so you could drive Mercedes-Benz
So you could take your ends and placate your friends
The Son of God was crucified to pay for sins
The sight I peeped on TV one night was deep
Blind sheep tossin’ they loot beside your feet
Your materialism has gone way too far
The world mocks you because you’re more worldly than they are
We try to speak and do what’s righteous
Don’t care if you don’t like us
If John the Baptist was here, he’d a called you a brood of vipers
1 Timothy 6 makes it clear to me you’re teaching heresy
Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t trying to be no Pharisee
All I’m saying is simply preach the Word brethren
And let’s honor our Lord by storing treasures up in heaven
The church says it’s love if I teach the blood and forgiveness
But label me thug if I curse Saint Nicolas
They tell me, “Don’t say this, don’t say that, change your lyric”
Everybody’s a critic but I ain’t trying to hear it (word up)
In the ministry I always got the freedom to preach
But the industry always take my freedom of speech
My freedom to teach, to me, censorship is a leech
But life ain’t fair, nobody cares
The mic I always split from the heart
Spit from the heart, nick from the heart
These be the rhymes you only get from the heart
Satan’s kingdom, God’s wrath will soon tear it down
I make you laugh but shed the tears of a clown
You lame cats hug me then you diss me when I’m gone
But you same cats will miss me when I’m gone (amen)
Corey Red, I’m Christian and I’m raw and when I die then you’ll realize you should’ve listen to me more
