AckDavis - Sacrifice Of Worship Feat. Evangel, Ackdavis lyrics

[Verse 1: Timothy Brindle] This sermon's from first Peter 2 But don't take my word for it Please first read it dude and search see, it's true We destroy deceit we find So hypocrisy we put away like toys at clean-up time Cause sin is whack Now Evangel, Tim, and Ack Feed the milk of the word To those fed up with Similac Though cats keep laughing that we're corny We can't stop cause God's given us a pa**ion for His glory And though they reject us By the Father we're chosen and precious Like costly stones on a necklace We once was tasteless but since the Son has saved us We're convinced of this from the taste test We behold that He's good So if He's holy, let's be holy as His holy priesthood But not to add to Christ's d**h that was priceless But to offer up praises of spiritual sacrifices And though filthy and wretched Since He took our guilt we're accepted Through the cornerstone the builder's rejected He died for His bride He's marryin' her We're a chosen race like Hitler thought the Aryans were But not based on pigment or skin color We're being placed in Christ to be saved from sin's cellar We was living in madness but since Jehovah saved us We approach His greatness with unlimited access Saved for this reason alone to fall on our face And holler His praise at the scene of His throne 'Til then we'll make sure that His shine's seen As we fervently offer up worship with rhymes schemes Instead of spitting secular garbage We proclaim His excellencies on 52nd and Market To the living God, it's vital we give props And never offer up rhymes to the idols of hip-hop [Verse 2: Evangel] Truly unworthy Now I present my whole body As a sacrifice in view of His mercy To Clear up the debt of sin we cashed in the act of Christ And lashed in his back with stripes was spiritual medicine Renewed through the bible I fight my truest rival Tryin' to k** myself Like I'm suicidal Tongue once a militant shank, unwilling to thank Lewd aggression fill in the blank Now it's used for blessin' Used to talk in pride and falsified And lied while my law-defying feet walk in stride I used my head for a crowd of cheers and styles appear Now it's loud and clear it should be bowed in prayer They were once grips for looting and fists for duking Now my hands I throw up like my wrists were puking In praise, not loving the carnal Sin ama**ed back then Past acting like Governor Arnold My eyes were disgusting with the crust of lusting Peerin' at the woes Now I'm cross-eyed like I'm staring at my nose Don't walk in the flesh like Pro Keds One Left Eye sins, get rid of the Lisa Lopez I make them an offering to the king as their placed on the altar By faith there you're altered And that's my life of service avail to live godly Cause daily my body's a sacrifice of worship [Verse 3: Ackdavis] Holy, holy holy is the lamb in which we direct our attention He switched us and now directs our affections and senses Hence this rap is written with excellence and given To the God who manifests himself Through this vessel He lives in He's risen, so forever we'll praise His name I'm through with the monkey business No more signing contracts with orangutans I've changed lanes And I claim the slain Son who hanged on the cross And now me and His DNA is arranged the same For Christ I will write rhymes Divine pipe bombs Delight psalms that put Christ in the light as an icon I construct hyped lines that lift His name on the mic In a world that puts the Son down like it's night time I often stand in awe of the flawless author of life Who's awesome and altered my life Now I'm caught up So now all that I offer is my life As a living sacrifice without crawling up off the altar I'm not moving it's Yours Lord cause You're Lord Please pour more of Yourself inside of these poor cords Of course with my sword I'm determined with more force To build my house on the Rock With your Word as the floorboards And let myself be the guy on the Fourth Horse And beat my flesh to the point that I am a sore corpse And let my life be the kind that the Lord sports And outshine your shine that was shining before yours [Hook: Timothy Brindle] Stop the music This is my sacrifice of worship To my master Christ With this rappin' mic I serve this/ Glorious king before Him I bring The song of thanksgiving This is the chorus I sing Stop the music This is our sacrifice of worship To our master Christ With this rappin' mic we serve this Glorious king before Him we bring The song of thanksgiving This is the chorus we sing Yo stop the music