timothy brindle & shai linne - grassroots inchrow lyrics
[intro]
the story of jesus really cannot be described fully [?] or even by our printed material. you simply must experience it yourself. we would like you to do just that
[verse 1: shai linne]
peep the inchrow, consider the church “jesus in the temple”
by church i mean people, the steeple’s not essential
the teaching is simple- adam and eve made us sinful
but when god wrote the script, grace was leaking from the pencil
what we verbalize will free you like a bird in the skies
they serving you lies, we prefer to devise a word to the wise
observe with the eyes of your heart- stop and take a listen
it’s life or death- you’ve gotta make a decision
we’re soldiers sent to operate the mission- not to propogate religion
not some fake tradition, got the great commission
christ crucified and risen- that’s the mandate we translate
most rap fans hate, but god’s people can’t wait
gr-ssroots by lampmode- in christ we trust
we’re looking for the 7,000 that’s just like us
in my crew’s some rowdy gideons
and apart from christ, you and god are enemies like jews and palestinians
[verse 2: timothy brindle]
see, shai and tim might have been the slyest men
so high from gin and heinekens, our eyes would spin like a tire’s rim
and i even ate kaleidapins as vitamins
we despised him then- paid no mind to him
but the messiah’s the kindest friend who died for sins
he saved us, changed up our lyrics
and gave us the spirit who abides within
the gospel is free- it won’t cost you a fee
but that’s ’cause the cost was a whole lot at the tree (the cross)
sin’s wage is death, but his love is deep
so he paid the debt, his blood’s the receipt
since the son of man’s wrath is colossal
we understand and keep our rugged jams packed with the gospel
now in spite of the hype of these crews
we’d rather stay unknown like the writer of hebrews
[verse 3: timothy brindle]
yeah, i praise the father
now come and taste and see that the lord is good
now let’s take a test taste of my god’s blessed grace
you won’t turn back like you rocked a neck brace
let’s face it, that’s the best place for your estate
’cause death waits with a set date- you’re in checkmate
you can’t escape from your death’s fate
unless you make christ’s righteousness your breastplate
then when he separates reprobates from elect saints
you can spectate instead of being pressed grapes
[verse 4: shai linne]
without christ, where would i be? lord knows
i might be dissing him in my songs, then thanking him at award shows
i might think it was my duty to spit flows at fellas, dissin
on b.e.t.- booties exposed television
industry rule four thousand eighty-one
is the gospel music industry is just as shady, son
so we’ll do it gr-ssroots while we tell of the lord
’cause we don’t wanna dwell in h-ll clutching a stellar award
[verse 5: timothy brindle]
so, i’ll get stoned today if i don’t condone you’re g-y
but i’m not supposed to say christ is the only way
if my tongue had no delay, i’d do a hundred shows a day
just to say the son didn’t undergo decay
[verse 6: shai linne]
we gon’ rep christ as long as we’re writing our songs
’cause what kind of king would sacrifice his life for the p-wns?
if you like it, it’s on, p-ss it along in all directions
and holla back; if not, we’ll see you at the resurrection!
[outro]
i think you and your entire family may find it the most rewarding experience you have ever known
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