The Cross Movement - Big Words lyrics

Nooo! I mean, I ain't looking up all these words. I mean, people gotta work with me. Let's go to the library together. Though life is vicious and filled by riches And men with prestigious wishes Who look to scratch your seditious, Salacious, sacrilegious, and s**ual itches, All while hittin' switches lookin' for glitches So they can still call it business But that's not what this is— This is missions—deliberate decisions from divisions Of men and women with visions of playin' Christian positions Who suffer under suspicious superstitious traditions But still know that his grace is sufficient That's what this is. Hey yo, what if I be the broad cat How could I make you say that I'm all that And what if you went out and brought the mob back And humbled myself I made 'em fall back? What would you call that? Do it from the ball cat The kind that get the crowd up and make 'em all clap And when I dish the rock I get the ball back Cause I'm the go-to man And when I go to slam They say "You saw that?!? Aww snap!" So you mean I need a Bentley, Benz, or a Lexus And be able to hold heat ambidextrous And blow a hole in someone's solar plexus All cause murder is infectious And get my flex on In order for me to get my respect on And wearin' Kevlar for my protection But let me ask a question: What if I AM the resurrection? Though life is vicious and filled by riches And men with prestigious wishes Who look to scratch your seditious, Salacious, sacrilegious, and s**ual itches, All while hittin' switches lookin' for glitches So they can still call it business But that's not what this is— This is missions—deliberate decisions from divisions Of men and women with visions of playin' Christian positions Who suffer under suspicious superstitious traditions But still know that his grace is sufficient That's what this is. Well OK, so help me now follow the mind play Show me the difference between Grace and Shawn Jay The real Roxanne from Shanté, Tiki from Ronde but from a divine way And while you at it, explain to me the struggles of Kanye The temptation fightin' that of Beyoncé And would the answers there displayed be different from all the answers that I'd say? Would I also have to bow down here to mere opinion? And be a king rulin' with no dominion? Just opinion. Am I adjacent here without opinion? In other words, do I run the floor with nobody here to throw the oop to? No high court to tell the truth to? But what if I'm above judge and jury While at the same time being love and fury? Though life is vicious and filled by riches And men with prestigious wishes Who look to scratch your seditious, Salacious, sacrilegious, and s**ual itches, All while hittin' switches lookin' for glitches So they can still call it business But that's not what this is— This is missions—deliberate decisions from divisions Of men and women with visions of playin' Christian positions Who suffer under suspicious superstitious traditions But still know that his grace is sufficient That's what this is. Hey this is all his If you understand glory then you know it's all his If you following the story then you know it's all his. The verse sets up with all ears And it shows us what the fall did. By nature men know that God is a real person But now to glorify him as God is a real burden. And now our proud dark hearts are hurtin' Pray repentance cause reprobatin' is lurkin'. Go back to the small words 'Cause many say you can't handle the big words They say reprobate is for the big birds and the church nerds Like dictionaries only chill in the suburbs (huh?) They say you wouldn't be able to study words like sin, d**h— Propitiation ain't for you yet They say you know embezzlement, felony, strife But can't learn ever relevant benevolent Christ!