Be Not Conformed

Ghoti Hook - Shrinky Dinks

Label Website: facedownrecords.com/family/saving-grace/

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Lyrics:

As in the days of old the Glory fills the temple of the Lord We are your temple We are your temple

This burning deep inside of my heart These lips adorned with praise My hands raised in worship lost In the wonder of your ways

Come now and take your place Lord Bring forth new winds of change Set our lives ablaze with fire Bring down your Heavenly rain

We are your temple…

Bring away the darkness of sin Fill these hands with seeds of truth Show the path and I will follow Let your Spirit lead me through

This hunger taking over my life This thirst for Heavenly ways These eyes are filled with visions This heart your dwelling place

Come reign here Holy Spirit Bring forth a storm of change Set our tongues ablaze with fire Bring down your Heavenly Glory, Glory

You made these hands Now take these hands Lord fill these hands Lord fill these hands with seeds of truth

Steppin up to da microphone area its the roughneck kid, know to put demons in check, I’ll beat em & jack em & punk em, shank em & hit em, wit a shovel cause when I see a demon I’m steamin; so listen little miejo or should I say chico, my name is T-Bone & I don’t kick none of that Rico Suave. Instead I kick the jibidi jabba jabbin’, I got more flavors than bigidi Baskin Robbins. They got 31 but I got 232, so what ya wanna battle for anyways I score points like Jordan, keep ya looked up like a warden flow like the ocean I’m smooth like lotion sweet like candy tasty like a cherry pie like Johnny Gill I got you saying my my my I’m hard like a rocka should I say a rock A I could take ya out & groowweell like Chabaka I’m not suped up & not in this for the loot cause that’s not me in other words thats phony I got a vision like Sonny Arguinzoni so microphone checka 1,2, checka on the microphone yo, its the lyrical Azteca or should I say the one & only lyrical assassin, cuz Buc, Buc, Buc homeboy you get stuck.

Coming back to the track wit the flowin & goin & showin growin & knowin & hoppin & rockin & droppin skills if ya will. Doing it in English or Spanish cause I’m not a gringo, like Cypress Hill I kick the “Latin lingo” baby, taking MCs out wit the flow as you know, when I take em out the box I well gernimo or timber. Cause my rhymes linger for the Hente tu sabes que you soy funky like Tito Puente so check it demons I mutilate cause it’s them that I detest. I gaffel em up faster than federal express, I got my spiritual duece now I’m on the loose, looking for demons so I can ummm… Shoot ’em up just shoot ’em up y’all yea, another demon got blasted, yea & thats the fifth one today, hey, here comes another demon around the way but thats ok because I’m gonna get ya, wet ya, & then straight up forget ya walked through my alley or should I say my hood, when it comes to demons T-BONE is up to no good, because I got my hands on the steel, demons try to step I blast em in the grill then load another clip & boo ya blast em….