K.O.G. (King Of Glory)

VERSE 1: Jesus Christ He's my Lord like / His righteousness leaves me in awe on the floor cause His ways is what we all strive to be, CHRISTLIKE, His splendor / when I check the competition within religion there is no contender / He's the veil ripper, the true victorious winner, the never committing sinner so peeps let's get inner / with Christ at the marriage supper we'll have dinner / in heaven with the brethren where no snake can point the finger / we in that book, whilst other men's flesh will burn like, she can't cook / peeps best repent and turn and receive that hook, we're fish drawn to the calling / salvation is automatic with Christ so no stalling! / never be enemies, we're adopted kids you dig me? / man's beef with God's nothing like Fat Joe's and 50's (nah) much deeper / cause after you take your last breather you're guaranteed to dance with the Grim Reaper /

HOOK: (ACCEPT CHRIST) / star who you think you are, aren't you going a bit far with this Christ malarkey? / (ACCEPT CHRIST) all I really wanna do is hang with my crew, .. drink and party / (ACCEPT CHRIST) / yeah it's pretty simple but you're going on like yours is the only way / (ACCEPT CHRIST) my girl ain't you heard a word of what it is that I've really been trying to say /

VERSE 2: CHRIST THE MAGNET who draws all men (John 12:32) / we're all dead in coffins, depraved sheep because we're all fallen (in our nature) / .. we need a Savior cause we got a sin debt to be paid to the Creator / so we lift Him higher and higher, He's Hosanna who paid the sin price on Mount Moriah, He's called Messiah / God's Anointed, so don't get so bent out of shape like you're double jointed / cause He's Lord, and He's appointed those that need to be saved from hell's fiery flames (believe it's true) / be cleansed by the blood of the interceding Jew (what) / they speak lies about Him, yeah we're peeping through a form of godliness and pose as sheep when they're really wolves / but Christ was on trial He claimed He was the God-Man and received fresh whips like Jeremy Clarkson / He's God man, He's sovereign, gone three days in the dirt / He resurrect with all power and rule in heaven and earth /