[Verse 1: J-Silas]
16 Bars to spit with Timothy
Dedicated to Christ when I die remember me
No Glory in me just remember my works
If you still think I'm prideful then remember I'm dirt
And you too see through all of you people
Discernment from reading the Greek and Hebrew
Life in me now and I'm hating the evil
When I walk in myself I smell it like pee-yew
You understand I'm not God I'm just a man
If you see me shine in the Spirit or just a tan
Too much Son you can say I'm just a fan
Gets hot when I'm giving Him praise
Out my clothes like my name was King Dave
Dancing for days sweat dripping
No beat I seen people dance in a daze
You know how dem saints be
We peculiar people just waiting for a peculiar sequel
With tracts in our hands all glad to greet you
Last dollar we be glad to feed you
Just met and we mad to leave you
If you saved in those gates I'll be glad to see you

[Verse 2: Timothy Brindle]
What the deal with cotton candy Christians
Who demand blessings but can't stand afflictions?
Compared to other things they barely love the King
Wanna be like Christ but not share in sufferings
Receive the Savior or you're more than flawed
Without the Mediator you're at war with God
So come impart with the humble carpenter
He paid a bail so why stay in jail?
Soon He'll reveal His doom that is real
And you'll be sliced in half by His righteous wrath
But those choosing to kneel by His wounds will be healed
And this life will pass when we unite at last
The Lord is calling me with Reformed Theology
To warn your colony to ignore idolatry
He's victorious so who's the next challenger?
My pocket Bible's sharper than your excalibur
[Verse 3: J-Silas]
Two of em like Yosemite Sam, wat's up doc?
Gospel shots graze you, holy holes in your man
66-caliber fam, I'm dying to stand
Victorious, I'll die in the stand
To lift Elohim up, my team buck like young deer
Wild out for Christ, preach life with no fear
Pew punks hate us, we get no cheers
Can't say I never shed no tears
It's lost souls, I lost foes and I cried the same
Shots took em, sizzling cries in the flame
It's no game, it's no pain like when apart from God
I lived it, breathed to death and I tried, it's suicide
Like anthrax, man packs death snacks
Cause when man snacks, it's like laying on Amtraks
Cause man's whack, damned to die without Christ
In the hottest degree with no ice, it's your life

[Verse 4: Timothy Brindle]
Fervent evangelism's certain to damage rhythms
Beware the serpent is determined to keep man imprisoned
I was wisdomless and mischievous
Now I'm flipping Scripts from Philippians to Leviticus
When the end is here you'll hear the trumpeter
But we never fear cause we're near the Comforter
But some are noid because the Son destroys
I have abundant joy even when I'm unemployed
Satan is cunning, your crew is doomed in sin
We wait for the coming of New Jerusalem
God's grace is sufficient, that statement's consistent
His Creation's exquisite, He's painting it vivid
Conceived by the Spirit, born with sheep in a stable
You're completely unable to compete with His angels
Repent and be saved, there's more seats at His table
Come feast with the faithful, you'll see us eating a plateful
[Turntablism]
Victorious like Joshua blowing the ram's horn