Sword Fight

[Verse 1: Andy Mineo] If my life is but a vapor Then these words are just some molecules, jotted on paper Not even hot enough to savor More importantly, I’m sorta geeked ‘Cus up in my Scripture studies I’m stumped Like what is up with these verses? They stuck in me brain Now I’m just waiting to take in the revelation I’m meditating to gain Staring off into space while I’m waitin’ up on the train People think I’m insane, cus I’m contemplating the saying How could creator, come to creation, save his created, in the frame of a son? Leavin’ behind his fame, his glory, his place of reign Where “Holy is the Lord” is what all of the angels sang praises unto his name And still he left it and came To kick it with wicked sinners with mischief up in their veins Worthy of all worship, but still he served us And even washed the feet of the one that was to betray him… dang And my sin’s the reason He came To drink the cup of the wrath of the Father in an exchange My sins for his righteousness what a gain Cus 2 Corinthians 5:21 he became... sin Now I don’t gotta taste the flames, walkin’ in the spirit It got me flowin’ like David Blaine... yeah So I’m praying without ceasing 'Cus Satan ain’t Damon Wayans but he sure is a Major Payne Let’s go [Break: John Piper] You never out grow your need for the Gospel. Don’t ever think of the Gospel as that’s the way you get saved. And then, you get strong by leaving it and doing something else. We are strengthened by God, through the Gospel, every day ‘til the day we drop [Verse 2: Andy Mineo] My mind’s steady thinkin’ Dwellin’ upon the Christ while the time tickin’ As I’m inchin towards the wood pine finish But dyin isn’t the end of it all Might seem a contradiction Only to those who missing the aptitude for sublime vision Combine the boom bap with the rhyme precision Before we proceed to speak about the truth, define fiction Outside the Divine Infinite Being we lack the distinction to accurately navigate morality’s system If you’re thinkin that I’m trippin when I’m continually spittin About totally deprived sinners, we most go in it The record ain't skippin but let me bring it back Every man’s heart’s desparately wicked, I’m wicked You don’t believe me? Take a second to kick it Evaluate your heart, lay it against the Scriptures Every man sins, don’t gotta make a case for the stance My conscience is my primary witness called to the stand, let’s go [Outro] Crushed bones and blood drippin off his face Framed on wood, now that's a picture of grace