Representing the King by Lo-Key the Architech
Beat ‘Get Yours’ by The Cratez
Representing the King, is not as easy as it looks
The devil wants you dead, crippled or hooked
Satan calls you guilty, unworthy and a crook
But the Truth is in this book
This book called the logos, where you can get rhemea
Jesus is the door, The Way to the Creator
Yes He is your Father, no Darth Vader
Yes He’s independent, no Ralph Nader
Surrounds you with his favor if you are called righteous
He desires obedience, better than sacrifices
Are we men or mices, trapped in vices
Where every waking moment turns into a life crisis
Say good buy to Iysis and all your other idols
Jehovah Rophi is here to take your vitals
There’s healing in the Bible, but you gotta believe it
You gotta open your heart in order to receive it
Lord knows we all need, that’s why He’s interceding
Praying on our behalf, so we should pray without ceasing
In our out of season, yes I’m still believing
For as long as I’m breathing I’m…
Any time of day I pray and remember that I’m blessed
Not just blessed, but blessed and refreshed
In Him I live, He is my address
He addressed my sins, I had Death within
Part of the Adam’s family, I was the next of kin
I was destined to jail, I was destined to fail
Eternity in hell with no chance of bail
I’ll spare the details in consideration
Of the fact that I’m a minister of reconciliation
So at this realization I put on my full armor
Preaching the Gospel, any day I can be martyr
So I cry out Abba, through the Spirit of Adoption
I can’t receive the spirit of fear, there’s no option
Literally there’s no stopping, no flip flopping
Knock and keep knocking, I’m…
I am, called outta darkness
knocked off my high horse like Saul of Tarsus
This sinful carcass gets me into trouble
It feels good don’t it? Sin is so subtle
You get reduced to rubble if you not humble
Jesus got your back if you stumble or fumble
He’s King of the jungle, so consider the ants
Even with no king they work lazy pants
Never say can’t, He’s the yes and Amen
Break bread amongst friends, worship until the end
Never pretend like time’s on your side
Time’s of the essence, seek His presence
Lowly like a peasant, spirit is contrite
Grace the mic like Walter Cronkite
Morning, noon and night, I’m on my Father’s biz
And that’s just the way it is…