To Be Still by MC Tempo Lyrics
To Be Still
CHORUS
Be still and know
Be still and know
He is God bro
VERSE 1
Be still and know he is God...with an empty soul son
When the telly goes on, and ya telling no one
Time to stop... like when - ya celi goes wrong
Make them 'comer' up to the spot like a semi colon
After a hammer blow, post smashing shows with rapid flows
Raggid souls - trapped in holes, that have gone to having hope
Sin sick like they got cancer bro, from a pack of smokes
I was about to go - till Jesus show - ed up as the antidote
And though… my sin try's pull me back like a catapult mate
I shout His Grace, in front of a house of flames
Where people awake n run out in the rain, as the songs played
Like police looking for a house to raid
Bounce the place, till I'm out the race like a sniper out of range
That name remains… stories told by the mouth of the saints in every age
But you don’t know the one who can pull you out of the maze
Frustrated like the artist running out of paint
VERSE 2
Tricked by it visually, praying for animate
Kissed on the neck by a blonde with agility
Locked in an industry in pain from polygamy
I’d rather get kissed on the neck by a guillotine
Economists can’t pay the price of our godlessness
I struggle with the same sin - wishing God would abolish it
Its ironic in all honestness, thats what ironic is
Driving a wrecking ball over the bridge to demolish it
The unrepentant still dig their own grave, ever since the Stone Age
Cocaine makes ya nose ache, the blocked nose don't smell the close flame
Battle with bars n bows that make bones break or see ya soul saved
But the blocked nose don't smell the close flame
Moxie no restraint at cyclone pace
Quicker than an impulsive generation that don't wait
Fame appears quicker than an Instagram post mate
Then taken away patience is underrated… just wait
VERSE 3
The awesome trauma kids… think their born with it
With out thinking or thanking Him for the brain they thought it with
The forgiver of my sins - that's all if it, allow the awkwardness
I talk about the maker of the morning mist
Just as I be - not looking fleak, He is more concerned with whats underneath
Pride precedes, a fall between the leaves
Just another Rebel that's been redeemed
Practice being still, like the day we cease to breath - Jeeees
Be still and knooooow… …brooooo… pause for it…..
“yes your awesomeness”… more than afterlife insurance is
It's like the prayers your patient before Him with, still like an ornament
On board to pilot you through the storms where the trauma is
I would rather live with a collapsed brain and… contract aids
Than deny the God who can make any circumstance change
Pray and seek His face, I've seen many healed by faith
He remains till the end of days… so wait
CHORUS
Be still and know
Be still and know
He is God bro
VERSE 1
Be still and know he is God...with an empty soul son
When the telly goes on, and ya telling no one
Time to stop... like when - ya celi goes wrong
Make them 'comer' up to the spot like a semi colon
After a hammer blow, post smashing shows with rapid flows
Raggid souls - trapped in holes, that have gone to having hope
Sin sick like they got cancer bro, from a pack of smokes
I was about to go - till Jesus show - ed up as the antidote
And though… my sin try's pull me back like a catapult mate
I shout His Grace, in front of a house of flames
Where people awake n run out in the rain, as the songs played
Like police looking for a house to raid
Bounce the place, till I'm out the race like a sniper out of range
That name remains… stories told by the mouth of the saints in every age
But you don’t know the one who can pull you out of the maze
Frustrated like the artist running out of paint
VERSE 2
Tricked by it visually, praying for animate
Kissed on the neck by a blonde with agility
Locked in an industry in pain from polygamy
I’d rather get kissed on the neck by a guillotine
Economists can’t pay the price of our godlessness
I struggle with the same sin - wishing God would abolish it
Its ironic in all honestness, thats what ironic is
Driving a wrecking ball over the bridge to demolish it
The unrepentant still dig their own grave, ever since the Stone Age
Cocaine makes ya nose ache, the blocked nose don't smell the close flame
Battle with bars n bows that make bones break or see ya soul saved
But the blocked nose don't smell the close flame
Moxie no restraint at cyclone pace
Quicker than an impulsive generation that don't wait
Fame appears quicker than an Instagram post mate
Then taken away patience is underrated… just wait
VERSE 3
The awesome trauma kids… think their born with it
With out thinking or thanking Him for the brain they thought it with
The forgiver of my sins - that's all if it, allow the awkwardness
I talk about the maker of the morning mist
Just as I be - not looking fleak, He is more concerned with whats underneath
Pride precedes, a fall between the leaves
Just another Rebel that's been redeemed
Practice being still, like the day we cease to breath - Jeeees
Be still and knooooow… …brooooo… pause for it…..
“yes your awesomeness”… more than afterlife insurance is
It's like the prayers your patient before Him with, still like an ornament
On board to pilot you through the storms where the trauma is
I would rather live with a collapsed brain and… contract aids
Than deny the God who can make any circumstance change
Pray and seek His face, I've seen many healed by faith
He remains till the end of days… so wait