Stephen the Levite Fight Club Lyrics Stephen The Levite lyrics

muze: Yo muzeONE back with his RT pride/ still SI like I'm playing both sides/ same coin stamped with the face of Most High/ b-boy stance with a stake in both eyes// change that, end it like a bullet to the brain/ homie, grace that sweat it out like coolant in the veins homie/ face that, get up like a foot up in your drain, homie/ ace that test with out pulling any strings, homie// hold that beef, brotha, I'mma get an ExLax/ those that street like, “How can they digest that?”/ those that preach like, “When they gonna get that?”/ those that see like “When y'all gonna dead that?”// beating on the body like a one man step team/ treatment more ungodly than an online check scheme/ Tweetin' out our drama like the only way to vent steam/ speaking of our brother like we son them with our vet steez// I am the chief of the goat-skinned Jacob's/ I am not exempt from my own sin nature/ I stand to eat what my own lips baked up/ but I am redeemed by the bleeding of my Maker// you too, unity alone is centered on us/ meeting at the throne with humility in tow/ yo a little bit growth can sweeten bitter fruit/ yo we fighting for uniting, never settle for a truce//

Steve: (Let's rumble) somethin' like your subs do or cubs in the jungle/ knuckle up and bruhs get humbled/ (If I'm hurt) it's only my pride don't cry sir/ it got murked and now I'm alive that's God's work// (My church) kinda like a fight club/ but we got the dove soap, first John one:nine bruh/ when brothers become close, the friction ignites stuff/ that's why I fireproof my marriage in Christ's blood// (Do you feel the friction?) in the midst of the tension we live in/ kids sin against other sinners we get it in wit/ (Commitment) to “one-another”s is what keeps us in the oven/ to see that the tusslin' is lovin'// (We confront sin) tryin' to be as peaceable as possible/ the means can be exhaustible, we see it in Apostle Paul's/ Epistle to the Romans in ridicule/ I'm hopin' you get it through, your dome when I spit it dude// (We're fightin' to Voltron) divided we go wrong/ united we're so strong, provided we're both on/ the same page, frighten the Zarcons who may aim, firey blow darts/ and maintain mirey cold hearts// Vacate the place and make haste doin' it/ Can't change the faith of claimed saints rooted in/ a Great Savior slain to save, make unit then/ take fame and praise for grace He's rulin' in//
muze: Rule it out, hooligan mouth shouts fruitlessness/ to them in drought. Who gets crowned without stewardship/ Prudence is hashing it out without losing them/ With truthfulness, passion & power in sound unison//
Steve: If you begin schoolin' them clowns you sound foolish then/ lose a friend, provin' you're proud and without human-ness/ you can sense boos from the crowd get loud losin' it/ movin' in, you'd better bounce they shout "dude repent"//
muze: “about face”, an ounce of grace out weighs/ a thousand pounds of foul statements and pounds fakeness/ into pavement. A new pace laced with patience/ faith feed the flames that vacate your basements//

Steve: embrace it, get in the cage face engagement/ and fight fair, kick, ensnare, beats and breaks/ make him tap out, don't let him spaz out/ he's in a glass house trying to throw stones this is a mad house//

Hook: fortify your friends mortify your sin, though you're sure to rise/ sin can end you if it sorta dies/ (life's more than being immortalized)/ seeing Him glorified through your mortal life homie, you're short of time// (draw the line), you're on the borderline doing things you thought are fine because they're not a sin the law defines/ (but the Lord is giving maturing eyes), showing you wrong and right/ and you've got a war to fight so fall in line//