[Hook x2] Checking if your church got built by man Lets liquidate the physical and see what still stands Cause if your church not made with hands Indivisible one mind invisible thats right [Verse 1 Galaxalag] I seen what you call the church getting chubby in the waist So if i aint to your taste, have some peace, take some grace But lets get the innertube out religions middle Where tradition reigns supreme and the Spirits second fiddle These live their lives on nursing milk and chewing the cud Thats why its time for Eat my flesh and drink my blood Or you have part in me, say that artfully So these can depart from me if they cannot chart that sea Im at the place where all the fakes can just fade I live this, thats why I see through the charade Why try to bluff when every card gets played You have the beautiful appearance of a whitewashed grave Build cathedrals to yourselves, your own honor Right at home in Babylon, these the pious prima donnas Rich young rulers for priests, lawyers for scholars But yall cant contain my God with big books or top dollar [Hook] [Verse 2 Galaxalag] Brothers, sisters, pull the transistors I insist we get more than just mist in the midst of this vista The view to the true worship hullabaloo I go blue in the face, trying to huff like they do Puffing fumes, con with forms, keep the formula warm Some confusing the cloud with the eye of the storm Swarm the flock, pop the lock off the stock and the barrel So hermetically sterile you all dont see the peril As in paralyzed up from the eyes Think we numb as in slumber, try pinching us twice It goes one for your mind, it goes two for your money I look deep in the Spirit and these clowns think theyre funny And really it is To think all visible life hinges on the invis I send this up the charts relentless To dent crews whose agendas Like Beemers and Benzes [Hook] [Verse 3 Galaxalag] Lord, in this journey called life, there aint no other Still Im singing Hallelujah and getting smothered By all these brothers who be stuck on the same page Trying to get their hymns played, only playing covers So can we get the full revelation cranking The inspiration, blow the lid off the old stagnation nation Yall been way more than patient Now let the spirit bring true illumination Cause if anyones in Christ then youre a new creation So then you reflect your Creator with origination You got the new locked up inside of you Time to hit it with the bolt cutters, bust right through Cause I see way too much of playing it safe See uh, Im dropping bombs so come along lets strafe Time to lay waste to every pretension sets itself up against knowing God face to face Amazing grace how sweet the sound To hit these demons with a little more than four pounds Cause we got the ultimate in blasphemy for your satanic majesty Check this out, God making connection with all humanity
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