Shabach

Stro Elliot, Mr. J. Medeiros, Rez (USA)

[The Procussions]
I can’t help but explode to this sound
I’ve grown with this sound behold it this sound
This is an offering up with this sound
Get up or sit down only if it ain't loud enough
Then turn it up, is this loud enough
Then turn it up, if it’s loud enough
Lift your head to the sky
And sing loud with now sing loud with us

[Mr. J. Medeiros]
Seated under the Son rallying trumpeters
From the alley the thunder is heard
Have we the Comforter in the valley of death
Run the track till no calories left
And my salary check is that of the promises Calvary kept
And it goes deeper then religion
The speakers keep the rhythm
For the meek who seek the wisdom in the music of life
And you will know it when your doing it right
When its you on the Mic pursuing the light in the darkest of times

[Stro]
Too often the blind will lead you and miss the target I'm already sick
And tired of tryin to rely on liars they feeding me bits
The pieces don't really fit, so I refer to the script
Sure I'm in line for the time being, my future exists
On a glorius list, created by a designer higher than cumolous tips
And I'm telling you this because it's relevant to the devine evidence
Found in every bone in my body and this sound

[Rez]
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[The Procussions]
I can’t help but explode to this sound
I’ve grown with this sound behold it this sound
This is an offering up with this sound
Get up or sit down only if it ain't loud enough
Then turn it up, is this loud enough
Then turn it up, if it’s loud enough
Lift your head to the sky
And sing loud with now sing loud with us

[Rez]
?

[Mr. J. Medeiros]
Somebody get my out of this ribcage
I’m empowered to give praise
Louder then in shouter when in rage
Whether you out or in caves
Or crowded round those men made towers
In this hour in this day
Feel the power of an open grave
The sour of broken grapes
The now or never heart of the hopeful slave
Holding the train throwing a shoulder to the rain
Knowing an older sense of self showing what’s holy in his veins

[The Procussions]
Now everybody got a reason for thanks, even if you don't believe it
Take a look outside then you'll see it
Now everybody got a reason to smile...even if you don't feel it
Take a look at a child and you'll see it
Now everybody's been given a voice
Be it loud be low you've been given a choice and it's yours
For all my people looking to rise, the moments arrived
And you are hearing it live and right now

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