Karl Nova - Mic Check lyrics

[Hook] Does, does, does my mic sound nice (x2) Check 1, Check 2 Check 1, Check 2, Check 3 [Verse 1] The Hand of The Master of Ceremonies grabs a hold of me His Spirit grabs a hold of my soul He's in control I feel His breath in my chest, giving life and k**ing The mesh is my flesh which has been torn like a curtain He speaks through the speakers to lost souls who are hurtin' I'm cordless but still connected and that's for certain He graces life's stage though to some He's invisible Like I said before sometimes He gets lyrical Rhymes with signs and miracles of Him it is typical How we need for Him to speak, situation is critical Sometimes I'm not correct and need some mic checks Check 1, 2 He keeps my soul in tune The greatest feeling is when I feel the vibrations Of His voice echoing revealing revelations (whoa!) Hold me tight and let me feel You flow It's when I feel most alive And my soul brightly glows [Hook] [Verse 2] At times I lie quiet, waiting for Your call To You I yield my all, You are my all in all My choice is that, I will echo only Your voice And see that it's not me but the people that give You feedback When You speak, it's fluent, eloquent and excellent Bringing faith which is the evidence of Your presence Sometimes Your words fall on ears that are deaf Which lead feet on false paths heading straight for d**h I can't wait, I eagerly anticipate When Your hand reaches for me and my spirit levitates And then I fulfill the purpose for which I was made To express Your glory and cover the earth with it like waves So that under the influence of Your magnificence All those on Your wavelength will respond in resonance I feel Your hand again, my soul feels such joy Your voice like many waters, oh what a joyful awesome noise [Hook] [Verse 3] I see my peers being used and abused They sound distorted giving out messages confused They are held with a different hand, gripped with a different spirit Spitting out d**h defying but d**h giving lyrics Negative in content with misguided intent Claim to say what they mean, and mean what they meant Though with mics connected souls are disconnected From the true Source, no new force The Highest G in due course of course They may choose not to be held In tight grips in who's lips Truth is withheld And be an instrument that is instrumental And fundamental not speaking things detrimental How many mics are misused on the daily To spread hatred and lies? I see many many many I see the Master of Ceremony reaching for more mics To free 'em from the grips of lies and hype And again speak forth the light [Hook]