A-M

Lyrics

[Hook] It's the A-M repping the I A-M Hands in the sky, wave em Listen as I praise Him [Verse 1] I am in the building and I'm feeling like a lion I was caged in (cajun) like a spice and now I'm pepped up like some cayenne I don't get it twisted man I know how weak that I am I'm a peon but you see I'm into God and He's a giant Jesus—He's a King, you know that He's above every king A being that's supreme like a pizza full of everything Yeah you know it, I can blow it like a hurricane What can clean? Only some perfect stuff that's in every vein Grace came like heavy Rain and dropped fog Because of that to be frank, I'm back—hot dog I saw what Isaiah saw—dropped jaw The Son's bright and His Pop's raw His glory's thick, glorious Pierced at three points, Robert Horry-ish Hands, feet and side, can He survive? They ran, peeped inside and said, man He's alive [Verse 2] Still on the same mission that your man began with Lyrically spraying Jesus on your mental canvas You take it for granted but it used to be a famine There was no Christian rap but now it's sucking up the bandwidth Man I took a sad turn (Saturn) like a planet I'm guilty, no matter how ya slice it like a sandwich Standard is the standard, it's the standard that you can't switch I understand the standard but there's something that you can't miss There's a cross for just such emergencies Only for sinners and I'm just the worst of these For many I appeared mighty fine But I've always been the 1 and I've never been the 99 I'm a son of Adam so every atom's depraved So every atom has strayed, every atom is frayed Thanks to the Last Adam our every atom gets raised So with every last atom the Last Adam gets praise! [Verse 3] I exalt in Jesus coz to me it's so appropriate The holiest, oh He is something special, check the holy Writ Checking for that zoe, it's life, you should know He's it The Life is Light and homie there'll be no eclipse Check the flow we spit, check the blogs and tweets Not perfect but check the life because talk is cheap In fact let's get up like frogs that leap You oughta peep how Jesus left the tomb emptied out of all but sheets That's the indicator, He was buried cuz That's the vindicator, He's who He said He was Not to be heady cuz Mary's Son's Mary's God Nicaea said the Son is "very God of very God" I know it's very odd that Jesus Christ said He's Manna More than the best thing since sliced bread But with a mic I would like to invite heads To see the Son who shines bright like them night pegs (Lite Brite)