Jesus Feet

Lyrics

[Intro: Religious Speaker, Bronze Nazareth] But if we ever come to the place in our lives, huh When Jesus becomes more than all we need (yeah, these lyrics will make a nigga work out) (Yeah, know what I'm sayin'?) Or more than all we want And He becomes all we have (hey, Gun Rule the alma mater, nigga) We will find that Jesus is truly more than enough (Detroit the New School, nigga) The Lord will always be more than enough (school of hard knocks and that's all we here to do) Uh-huh, Wisemen, baby Uh-huh, chronic coughin' Uh-huh, yeah, this what I'm here for Yeah, '89 Pistons, we move in silence Yeah, let's go, let's go [Verse: Bronze Nazareth] I'm from a cement black hole, forever tryin' to crawl out the bottom Yellow Tony Accardo when the model tec rock 'em Butch Jones plots inspired though, shake the metal hand like Destro Bronzeman, count ya grams, it's chess moves I write shows from below my left chest bones So I don't do commercial, nigga, witness the episode Black mask the implant, best to dress to enchant Many bent under modern Bethlehem street lamps Also for deep cramps exchange chlorophyll grants Oil spill days, make the sun rays enhance The forecast, four die-cast metal cats On the warpath, paragraph sarin-laced raps Bless the 13th amendment that I ever graced text Take the X out the rebel flag, Malcolm got next I bet five-bullet roulette, calm as Novacek Golden steps in the motor set, gambino connect Royal fam with the loyal hand, murals of my sonogram Nicknamed sauna hands, marijuana ganja man Blew a dungeon gram when Kirk had to leave Still see him on my white tee, we spoke in a dream My philosophy choke 'em to the 9th degree Possibly I escape, beat 'em with a pipe dream Poem burial site seeing, my focus precise Follow them light beams when I'm complete on the mic Recently tried to see right through ominous blight Smokehouse in the moonlight, pharaoh gold bright Modern saloon fight, common Gun Rule life And he that exiled to Motown Is Jesus Feet, renowned Surgical gown with the broke crown [Outro: Bronze Nazareth, Sample] Jesus Feet Know what I'm sayin', this what it is Cock the hammers back, get it ready, know what I'm sayin'? This that real shit you can take in ya heart, know what I'm sayin'? Walk with me, move with a fatal dart, stalk with me What up, my niggas? Yeah, what up, my niggas? It's me, Jesus Feet (Satisfied you, oh, baby) [Outro: Religious Speaker] Satisfaction from the Lord When the Lord moves in your life, the Lord will never be just enough The Lord will always be more than enough How could my soul ever forget? When I think about His grace When I think about His goodness I just have to say "bless the Lord, oh my soul! And all that is within me, bless!" The soul forgets that the Lord satisfies