Called, not Chasin'
Verse 1 I don’t rap for the lights, I rap for the lost, Pen dipped in the blood, every sentence a cross. From sketches and ink to the mic I was drawn, Tattooed truth on skin, now I tattoo it on songs. From pit to the palace, from chains to the choir, From flames in my past to a God-given fire. I don’t flex for the culture, I bow to the King, Every breath that I breathe got a hallelujah ring. I was dead in my ways, now I walk in the Word, Every bar hit hard ‘cause it’s Scripture I heard. I don’t water it down, I deliver it straight, If the truth cut deep, that’s the mercy of grace. Trap beats baptized, yeah the rhythm repent, Holy Ghost in the booth, now the system upset. I don’t sell you a vibe, I present you a door, Name above every name, I ain’t aiming for more. Hook (chant-style, strong) I’m called, not chasing Saved, not faking Cross on my back, I’m running this race and All for His glory, none for the placement I’m called, not chasing Word I’m proclaiming Bars be the sermon, the mic is the pavement Jesus the message, forever I’m saying Verse 2 I don’t move with the trends, I move when He speaks, Knees hit the floor before feet hit the beat. I don’t chase a reaction, I pray for conviction, Let the Spirit do surgery, no human restriction. I been through the fire, yeah I came out refined, Old man crucified, left the flesh behind. Every verse a testimony, every rhyme a reminder, That He rescued a soul that was blind from the binder. I dance with the Lord when the rhythm get loud, Hands in the air with the saints in the crowd. This ain’t entertainment, this altar-call sound, If the beat drop heavy, let the strongholds fall down. I rap Genesis to Revelation pages, Lineage to lineage, prophets to sages. If I say His Name and the room get still, That’s the power of God, not lyrical skill. Hook (repeat) I’m called, not chasing Saved, not faking Cross on my back, I’m running this race and All for His glory, none for the placement I’m called, not chasing Word I’m proclaiming Bars be the sermon, the mic is the pavement Jesus the message, forever I’m saying Verse 3 (dense, militant) I don’t need validation, I been justified, Nailed my pride to the wood, let the ego die. I don’t preach perfection, I preach the Lamb, Blood-washed bars, yeah that’s who I am. I ain’t chasing a throne, I’m lifting His Name, Every city I touch I’m igniting the flame.
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Verse 1 I don’t rap for the lights, I rap for the lost, Pen dipped in the blood, every sentence a cross. From sketches and ink to the mic I was drawn, Tattooed truth on skin, now I tattoo it on songs. From pit to the palace, from chains to the choir, From flames in my past to a God-given fire. I don’t flex for the culture, I bow to the King, Every breath that I breathe got a hallelujah ring. I was dead in my ways, now I walk in the Word, Every bar hit hard ‘cause it’s Scripture I heard. I don’t water it down, I deliver it straight, If the truth cut deep, that’s the mercy of grace. Trap beats baptized, yeah the rhythm repent, Holy Ghost in the booth, now the system upset. I don’t sell you a vibe, I present you a door, Name above every name, I ain’t aiming for more. Hook (chant-style, strong) I’m called, not chasing Saved, not faking Cross on my back, I’m running this race and All for His glory, none for the placement I’m called, not chasing Word I’m proclaiming Bars be the sermon, the mic is the pavement Jesus the message, forever I’m saying Verse 2 I don’t move with the trends, I move when He speaks, Knees hit the floor before feet hit the beat. I don’t chase a reaction, I pray for conviction, Let the Spirit do surgery, no human restriction. I been through the fire, yeah I came out refined, Old man crucified, left the flesh behind. Every verse a testimony, every rhyme a reminder, That He rescued a soul that was blind from the binder. I dance with the Lord when the rhythm get loud, Hands in the air with the saints in the crowd. This ain’t entertainment, this altar-call sound, If the beat drop heavy, let the strongholds fall down. I rap Genesis to Revelation pages, Lineage to lineage, prophets to sages. If I say His Name and the room get still, That’s the power of God, not lyrical skill. Hook (repeat) I’m called, not chasing Saved, not faking Cross on my back, I’m running this race and All for His glory, none for the placement I’m called, not chasing Word I’m proclaiming Bars be the sermon, the mic is the pavement Jesus the message, forever I’m saying Verse 3 (dense, militant) I don’t need validation, I been justified, Nailed my pride to the wood, let the ego die. I don’t preach perfection, I preach the Lamb, Blood-washed bars, yeah that’s who I am. I ain’t chasing a throne, I’m lifting His Name, Every city I touch I’m igniting the flame.
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