[Verse 1: Timothy Brindle]
This sermon's from First Peter 2
But don't take my word for it
Please first read it dude and search, see it's true
We destroy deceit we find
So hypocrisy we put away like toys at clean-up time
Cause sin is whack
Now Evangel, Tim, and Ack
Feed the milk of the word
To those fed up with Similac
Though cats keep laughing that we're corny
We can't stop cause God's given us a passion for His glory
And though they reject us
By the Father we're chosen and precious
Like costly stones on a necklace
We once was tasteless but since the Son has saved us
We're convinced of this from the taste test
We behold that He's good
So if He's holy, let's be holy as His holy priesthood
But not to add to Christ's death that was priceless
But to offer up praises of spiritual sacrifices
And though filthy and wretched
Since He took our guilt we're accepted
Through the cornerstone the builder's rejected
He died for His bride He's marryin’ her
We're a chosen race like Hitler thought the Aryans were
But not based on pigment or skin color
We’re being placed in Christ to be saved from sin's cellar
We was living in madness but since Jehovah saved us
We approach His greatness with unlimited access
Saved for this reason alone to fall on our face
And holler His praise at the scene of His throne
’Til then we'll make sure that His shine's seen
As we fervently offer up worship with rhymes schemes
Instead of spitting secular garbage
We proclaim His excellencies on 52nd and Market
To the living God, it's vital we give props
And never offer up rhymes to the idols of hip-hop
[Verse 2: Evangel]
Truly unworthy
Now I present my whole body
As a sacrifice in view of His mercy
To
Clear up the debt of sin we cashed in the act of Christ
And lashed in his back with stripes was spiritual medicine
Renewed through the bible I fight my truest rival
Tryin’ to kill myself
Like I'm suicidal
Tongue once a militant shank, unwilling to thank
Lewd aggression fill in the blank
Now it's used for blessin’
Used to talk in pride and falsified
And lied while my law-defying feet walk in stride
I used my head for a crowd of cheers and styles appear
Now it's loud and clear it should be bowed in prayer
They were once grips for looting and fists for duking
Now my hands I throw up like my wrists were puking
In praise, not loving the carnal
Sin amassed back then
Past acting like Governor Arnold
My eyes were disgusting with the crust of lusting
Peerin' at the woes
Now I'm cross-eyed like I'm staring at my nose
Don't walk in the flesh like Pro Keds
One Left Eye sins, get rid of the Lisa Lopez
I make them an offering to the king as their placed on the altar
By faith there you're altered
And that's my life of service avail to live godly
Cause daily my body's a sacrifice of worship
[Verse 3: Ackdavis]
Holy, holy holy is the lamb in which we direct our attention
He switched us and now directs our affections and senses
Hence this rap is written with excellence and given
To the God who manifests himself
Through this vessel He lives in
He's risen, so forever we'll praise His name
I'm through with the monkey business
No more signing contracts with orangutans
I've changed lanes
And I claim the slain Son who hanged on the cross
And now me and His DNA is arranged the same
For Christ I will write rhymes
Divine pipe bombs
Delight psalms that put Christ in the light as an icon
I construct hyped lines that lift His name on the mic
In a world that puts the Son down like it's night time
I often stand in awe of the flawless author of life
Who's awesome and altered my life
Now I'm caught up
So now all that I offer is my life
As a living sacrifice without crawling up off the altar
I'm not moving it's Yours Lord cause You're Lord
Please pour more of Yourself inside of these poor cords
Of course with my sword I'm determined with more force
To build my house on the Rock
With your Word as the floorboards
And let myself be the guy on the Fourth Horse
And beat my flesh to the point that I am a sore corpse
And let my life be the kind that the Lord sports
And outshine your shine that was shining before yours
[Hook: Timothy Brindle]
Stop the music
This is my sacrifice of worship
To my master Christ
With this rappin' mic I serve this/
Glorious king before Him I bring
The song of thanksgiving
This is the chorus I sing

Stop the music
This is our sacrifice of worship
To our master Christ
With this rappin' mic we serve this
Glorious king before Him we bring
The song of thanksgiving
This is the chorus we sing
Yo stop the music