Ay
Why does it have to be difficult, it's definitional, duh
One of us, right? Try and actually listen though, yeah, it's simple enough, until it becomes
A riddle because if we didn't know it can go something like this
You might ask me: what's a Christian rapper, exactly? Laughing, like I'm over here
Babbling, and you don't understand me, badly spoken, like my language is broken
Like you don't even know where I'm going, wearing a blank stare
And it's frozen, you think I'm weird and openly show it. A poet? A preacher?
Both? Neither? A motivational speaker?
Look, it would appear I should try and make it clear, right here
Yeah. Let me say it from the start, not a pastor, only trying to make art good
Or good art. Either way to take part of the world and make it better late than never
It's far, yeah, from guaranteed that I'll be everything you had me to be
Rather, I know that I won't but I'm hoping to show I'm sowing to grow, it's slow but he won't let me go
So, yeah, I get this is ministry, but I would guess that we think of it differently
I'm not an elder, teacher, deacon, healer, not a leader either (Nah)
I don't hold a biblical office, please don't put me on a pedestal
My principal call is to know God through Christ, on the beat I'm flexible
So not every song is a sermon (Nope), or systematic theology (My bad)
It depends on the purpose, but I love both, so accept my apology (Cool)
And Christ is Lord over art too, form and content, bars too
All of life is game in regard to what I write about and came to argue
Yeah (Woof), Christian is my identity; rapper, how I get to work
Not first, if anything not even second, at best, it's probably third
Or fourth, but regardless, on my grind, just working the garden
Fair to say, got a lot on my mind, I waited my time, I'm just getting started
I stay on that Philippians four eight, try giving you something that's excellent
Pray it would be a foretaste of the praise the saints are singing in heaven
But then again, let his will be done here on earth, first in my heart
Huh, I've always been skilled with words; but living it surely gets hard
Yeah, less talk, more walk, bets off in a war, thought
Sure fought the end of it, and I'd be presented with a medal for every incredible level achieved
Then I get, hit. Sin isn't some kind of game I won and I played
Can't act like it's over, more like a lion trying to attack from behind and eying my shoulders
Life of a soldier, type of violent, in the fight like a private
Or a specialist on a fifty cal sending it down range, I'ma die defending it
When does it end? Again? I can't understand the man that I am
Never had it together, I'm not any better, I know I need Jesus now more than ever
No better performance than Christ's, kept ever letter the law recorded
I'm not that important, credit is all his and his whatever my fortunes
I'm just a number anyway, there are many before me and after
Never the first not even the last but if you ask, I'm a Christian rapper
1541
Gematria Records
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1541 - Christian Rapper Lyrics
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Ay
Why does it have to be difficult, it's definitional, duh
One of us, right? Try and actually listen though, yeah, it's simple enough, until it becomes
A riddle because if we didn't know it can go something like this
You might ask me: what's a Christian rapper, exactly? Laughing, like I'm over here
Babbling, and you don't understand me, badly spoken, like my language is broken
Like you don't even know where I'm going, wearing a blank stare
And it's frozen, you think I'm weird and openly show it. A poet? A preacher?
Both? Neither? A motivational speaker?
Look, it would appear I should try and make it clear, right here
Yeah. Let me say it from the start, not a pastor, only trying to make art good
Or good art. Either way to take part of the world and make it better late than never
It's far, yeah, from guaranteed that I'll be everything you had me to be
Rather, I know that I won't but I'm hoping to show I'm sowing to grow, it's slow but he won't let me go
So, yeah, I get this is ministry, but I would guess that we think of it differently
I'm not an elder, teacher, deacon, healer, not a leader either (Nah)
I don't hold a biblical office, please don't put me on a pedestal
My principal call is to know God through Christ, on the beat I'm flexible
So not every song is a sermon (Nope), or systematic theology (My bad)
It depends on the purpose, but I love both, so accept my apology (Cool)
And Christ is Lord over art too, form and content, bars too
All of life is game in regard to what I write about and came to argue
Yeah (Woof), Christian is my identity; rapper, how I get to work
Not first, if anything not even second, at best, it's probably third
Or fourth, but regardless, on my grind, just working the garden
Fair to say, got a lot on my mind, I waited my time, I'm just getting started
I stay on that Philippians four eight, try giving you something that's excellent
Pray it would be a foretaste of the praise the saints are singing in heaven
But then again, let his will be done here on earth, first in my heart
Huh, I've always been skilled with words; but living it surely gets hard
Yeah, less talk, more walk, bets off in a war, thought
Sure fought the end of it, and I'd be presented with a medal for every incredible level achieved
Then I get, hit. Sin isn't some kind of game I won and I played
Can't act like it's over, more like a lion trying to attack from behind and eying my shoulders
Life of a soldier, type of violent, in the fight like a private
Or a specialist on a fifty cal sending it down range, I'ma die defending it
When does it end? Again? I can't understand the man that I am
Never had it together, I'm not any better, I know I need Jesus now more than ever
No better performance than Christ's, kept ever letter the law recorded
I'm not that important, credit is all his and his whatever my fortunes
I'm just a number anyway, there are many before me and after
Never the first not even the last but if you ask, I'm a Christian rapper
1541
Gematria Records
Do the math
Do the math
Do the math
Do the math
Do the math
Do the math
Why does it have to be difficult, it's definitional, duh
One of us, right? Try and actually listen though, yeah, it's simple enough, until it becomes
A riddle because if we didn't know it can go something like this
You might ask me: what's a Christian rapper, exactly? Laughing, like I'm over here
Babbling, and you don't understand me, badly spoken, like my language is broken
Like you don't even know where I'm going, wearing a blank stare
And it's frozen, you think I'm weird and openly show it. A poet? A preacher?
Both? Neither? A motivational speaker?
Look, it would appear I should try and make it clear, right here
Yeah. Let me say it from the start, not a pastor, only trying to make art good
Or good art. Either way to take part of the world and make it better late than never
It's far, yeah, from guaranteed that I'll be everything you had me to be
Rather, I know that I won't but I'm hoping to show I'm sowing to grow, it's slow but he won't let me go
So, yeah, I get this is ministry, but I would guess that we think of it differently
I'm not an elder, teacher, deacon, healer, not a leader either (Nah)
I don't hold a biblical office, please don't put me on a pedestal
My principal call is to know God through Christ, on the beat I'm flexible
So not every song is a sermon (Nope), or systematic theology (My bad)
It depends on the purpose, but I love both, so accept my apology (Cool)
And Christ is Lord over art too, form and content, bars too
All of life is game in regard to what I write about and came to argue
Yeah (Woof), Christian is my identity; rapper, how I get to work
Not first, if anything not even second, at best, it's probably third
Or fourth, but regardless, on my grind, just working the garden
Fair to say, got a lot on my mind, I waited my time, I'm just getting started
I stay on that Philippians four eight, try giving you something that's excellent
Pray it would be a foretaste of the praise the saints are singing in heaven
But then again, let his will be done here on earth, first in my heart
Huh, I've always been skilled with words; but living it surely gets hard
Yeah, less talk, more walk, bets off in a war, thought
Sure fought the end of it, and I'd be presented with a medal for every incredible level achieved
Then I get, hit. Sin isn't some kind of game I won and I played
Can't act like it's over, more like a lion trying to attack from behind and eying my shoulders
Life of a soldier, type of violent, in the fight like a private
Or a specialist on a fifty cal sending it down range, I'ma die defending it
When does it end? Again? I can't understand the man that I am
Never had it together, I'm not any better, I know I need Jesus now more than ever
No better performance than Christ's, kept ever letter the law recorded
I'm not that important, credit is all his and his whatever my fortunes
I'm just a number anyway, there are many before me and after
Never the first not even the last but if you ask, I'm a Christian rapper
1541
Gematria Records
Do the math
Do the math
Do the math
Do the math
Do the math
Do the math
Writer: Nathaniel Feliciano
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