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I am in the building and I'm feeling like a lion

I was cajun like a spice and now I'm peppered like some cayan

I don't get it twisted man I know how weak that I am

I'm a Vien but you see I'm into God and He's a giant

Jesus He's The 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

Working clean only sub-perfect submissing everything

Grace came like heavy rain and dropped fall

Because of that to be frank I'm back hot-dog

I saw what Izea saw drop jaw

The Son's Bright and His Pop's Raw

His Glory's thick glory this

Pierce the three points robbin ordeish

Hands feet and side can he survive

They ran peops inside and side said "Man He's alive "

Still on the same mission that your man began with

Lyrically spraying Jesus on your mental canvas

Take Him for granted but He used to be a famine

No Christian rapper now is sucking up the bandwitdh

Man I took the sad turn like a planet

I'm giulty no matter how you slice it like a sandwitch

Standard is the standard is the standard that you can't switch

I understand the standard but there's something that you can't miss

Here'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 one and I've never been the 99

I'm a son of Adam so every Adam's depraved

So every Adam is straid every Adam is free

Thanks to the last Adamite every Adam get's raised

So with every last Adam the last Adam get's praised

I exalted Jesus 'cause to me it's so appropriate

The holiest holiest somethin' special check the holy writ

Checking for that zoleous life you should know He's it

The life is light and homie there'll be no equipped

Check the flow He 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 aught to peep how Jesus left the tomb

Emptied out of all the sheets

That's the indicator He was burried 'cause

That's the vindicator He's who He said He was

Not to be heady 'cause Marys son's Marys God

Now see He sent the Sons very God a very God

I know it's very odd that Jesus Christ said He's mana; more than a best thing since sliced bread

But with a mic I would like to invite heads to see The Son who shines bright like the light bends