Jesus. (feat. Adam L. As Himself & Sheila D. Norman)

He said, I am the way and the truth and the life. Can't exhume him - can't ruin Him - not with no crucifix, Not with no whips or no nooses that you could devise Ain't loops in this so you could just twist and just twist Trying to tighten what's loose but it kinda just proves That your losing your grip But a tighter grip is what Yeshua provides An environment in which I Am is truant's a lie From the fires of Lucifer's hive. And I find that it's fueled by My Messiah's refusal to die. 72 hours - a heavenly view. Flowers don't ever see bloom without His acceptance. So now we give reverence - abound in His blessings. He's Jesus. The heavens declare Your Glory And the skies above proclaim Your goodness goes before me I'm the handy work you made I cry Jesus Tell me something too good to deny Rufus, Rufus, the roof is on fire. And I find that it's fueled by My Messiah's refusal to die I cry Jesus To whom can I cry? To whom can I cry? To whom can I cry? To whom can I cry? Jesus, thats the battle cry. Subtract whatever from the team if its Adonai (add an I) I wouldn't bat an eye at Him, Adam knows thats a nice way to Get outta bounds when a passengers' saddle's high. I'd rather see baskets Sooner than back in Seattle Why whenever we travel we passing Sonic we matter times Energy snacking light on the enemy having drive within means I'm cumulostratus y'all have to track my data on satellites. I know ain't no easy battles. I would rather be out of my gourd than Adam the apple guy My Macbook's immaculate matter fact I might have a bite. I pray that my music will make the most of my appetite. I pray what consumes me in time is mostly metabolized But mostly I agonize - I'm homeostatic so don't bring no static That is why I'm packing my cashmere up in the attic for zapping like Roger - its probably camouflage or its black and white. You heard me say Stratus right? I'm dodging each draft I write. I had it all wrong - Submission's stronger than sacrifice I'm a dog with a cat-o-nine tails (tales) Let me tell you the epilogue is a nail biter Hell tried to capture my soul My passage lies solely on the path that Christ chose. Now I'm back on my toes - trying to calculate what I owe Between my mac and my phone its on the tip of my tongue Like it's attached to my throat. Whoa. I cry Jesus To Whom can I cry To Whom can I cry To Whom can I cry I cry Jesus To Whom can I cry To Whom can I cry To Whom can I cry I cry Jesus An environment in which I Am is truant's a lie From the fires of Lucifer's hive And I find that it's fueled by My Messiah's refusal to die I cry Jesus To Whom can I cry To Whom can I cry To Whom can I cry Jesus Tell me something too good to deny Rufus, Rufus, the roof is on fire. And I find that it's fueled by My Messiah's refusal to die To Whom can I cry To Whom can I cry To Whom can I cry To Whom can I cry Jesus And I find that it's fueled by My Messiah's refusal to die I cry Jesus I cry Jesus Tell me something too good to deny