Fred Hammond

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Free me from the way of falling The people in my nation starving of Seasonal doctrine They breathing to escape the coffin And leaders who forsake their calling They keep us in bondage I'm eating true and praying often Cause people choose to stray from caution and demons be mocking and Our King is forgotten we preach everything but the cross And we treat it as equally even and whether we mean to demean it or not Our cerebral perceives it as common We seeking relief from the cause and effect That would lead to depleting our profit "Agree with the prophet" so long as the speech of the prophet agrees with the greed of our pockets Give me the key to my rocket I'ma speed off, infinity Even beyond it Cappin' don't exist When I get the Trap, Jehovah and a clap to coexist Rapping holiness, you can leave the bad bologna for the Babylonians Know I wreak havoc and pandemonium I flow from Atlanta to Macedonia I only attack the podium of the phony who lacking sodium And then bragging on it Savage on it Slapping on it Keep the camera on it Moved out my house and said "Mama, I'm grown" Got off of my phone cause people too thirsty And satan be lurking And I don't want dead mammon or an idol Just Fred Hammond and a Bible now I'm in my zone Dead man Testifying My next plan is arriving in Zion alone [Chorus] Woo! This that Georgia meal (Woo!) 'River of Jordan' feel (Woo!) This that Lauryn Hill (Woo!) Forest Hill, more than real He bore the bill and tore the seal The court appealed now I'm free from the fire Born to kill every beat that I try Soaring til' we go see Him on high Woo! This that Georgia meal (Woo!) 'River of Jordan' feel (Woo!) This that Lauryn Hill (Woo!) Forest Hill, more than real He bore the bill and tore the seal The court appealed now I'm free from the fire Born to kill every beat that I try Soaring til' we go see Him on Wait [Verse 2] Rappers drive to shows Rapping to be a star Rappers fly to shows Rapping to see applause They really must be hardened, traveling with no cause Wait They really must be Harden, traveling with no calls Aye Oh Lord I was dipping in the flame looking for the fame it was time for me to know the Lord I was on my way to hell with no escort I was sitting in a cell with Voldemort No support Open sores Soul was poor, true But I won't listen to the lying fool I'll be marching up to Zion [Chorus] Woo! This that Georgia meal (Woo!) 'River of Jordan' feel (Woo!) This that Lauryn Hill (Woo!) Forest Hill, more than real He bore the bill and tore the seal The court appealed now I'm free from the fire Born to kill every beat that I try Soaring til' we go see Him on high Woo! This that Georgia meal (Woo!) 'River of Jordan' feel (Woo!) This that Lauryn Hill (Woo!) Forest Hill, more than real He bore the bill and tore the seal The court appealed now I'm free from the fire Born to kill every beat that I try Soaring til' we go see Him on Wait