[Verse 1: Sho Baraka} What's the debate? He died and he rose from the grave Something like control+s yeah his word does save Clear image of the Father something like blu ray A name that ruled the Middies longer than Hussein I heard freedom from bondage I'm like "Who's payin'?" "The man from Nazareth" And I'm like "You playin'!" Nothing good comes from there, that's what I heard But the Son came from Heaven and I'm like, "That's swerve!" Then became flesh and walked among us Who cares for the hairs on my head, thirst and my hunger So I feed off the Word, not bread alone He even delivered on the Sabbath like Karl Malone So what's the Jazz all about? He's on the throne He's the defense for His children, yeah He's in the zone The prince of the Earth may have his purple reign But the doves will cry out for the one matchless Name of [Hook] Jesus (3x) (You sent the Son - for the sinner) We give honor to the One who sent Jesus (3x) (You sent the Son - for the sinner) Give honor to the One who sent [Verse 2: Sho Baraka] You ain't gotta hit New Orleans to see Saints runnin' I'm not talkin' Bush - hard to see the streets flooded We're brothers who walk through the storms of life and stay covered But God will go hard like Paul and stay buzzin' (Hornets) Boy was opposed to the blood, ask my cousins But then I got a blood transfusion so now I love Him I had my own bail-out Your boy had a custom of not believin' in the savin's but now I trust Him Walking by faith not by sight with my dawgs Something like Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles I've been called in the game so now I ball Crazy I give the Gospel to toys and Barbie dolls If it's breathin' it needs Jesus Whether it's black, white, brown, it's pagan or even heathen Gene, Kareem or my cousin Steven Who thinks he ain't got beef with God just because he's a vegan [Hook] Jesus (3x) (Yes You are, yes you are) We give honor to the One He sent Jesus (3x) (Yes You are, yes you are) Give honor to the One He sent [Verse 3: Alex Faith] Christ Jesus: Fully man, fully deity Sinning in the dark, but I know He's fully seeing me Freedom from Christ so I k**ed the pharisee in me Facing all my giants I'm a smooth stone infantry But static, the God-man, He was sent to be the satisfaction for God's wrath He was bruised for me, now I see it The crucifixion got me choked up I was front row, Shai Linne, I was there He was crushed by His father for His glory and the good of the nations We call it imputation, or expiation But he called it finished left the stone bench and rose up Rolled away the stone you can say that he woke up Christ treated d**h like a temporary injury So I hate the fact that men persist in tyranny Daily flesh ma**acre and indwelling-k**ing spree Made in God's image we're not meant to dwell in enmity That's why He sent Jesus, frees us from sin That's why He sent the Spirit to apply the work within because He's [Hook]