Bronze Nazareth - Jesus Feet lyrics

[Religious Speaker] …But if we ever come to the place in our lives…huh When Jesus becomes more than all we need… Or more than all we want, and he becomes all we have We will find that Jesus is truly more than enough The Lord will always be more than enough [Intro Talk: Bronze Nazareth] Yeah, these lyrics will make a n***a work out nahmsayin Hey Gun Rule the alma mater n***a Detroit the New School n***a School of hard knocks and and that's all we here to do Uh huh, Wisemen baby Uh huh chronic coughin uh huh this what I'm here for Yeah '89 Pistons, we move in silence [Bronze Nazareth] I'm from a cement blackhole, forever tryin to crawl out the bottom Yellow Tony Accardo when the model tec rot ‘em Butch Jones plots inspired tho, shake the metal hand like Destro It's Bronzeman, count ya grams, it's chess moves I write shows from below my left chest bones So I don't do commercial, n***a witness the episode Black mask the implant, best addressed to enchant Many been, under modern Bethlehem street lamps Also for deep cramps exchange chlorophyll grants Oil spill days, make the sun rays enhance The forecast, four die cast metal cats On the warpath, paragraph sarin laced raps Bless the 13th amendment that I ever graced text Take the X out the rebel flag, Malcolm got next I bet five bullet roulette, calm as Novacek Golden steps in the motor set, gambino connect Royal fam with the loyal hand, murals of my sonogram Nicknamed sauna hands, marijuana ganja man Blew a dungeon gram when Kirk had to leave Still see him on my white tee we spoke in a dream My philosophy choke em to the 9th degree Possibly I escape, beat ‘em with a pipe dream Poem burial site seeing, my focus precise Follow them light beams when I'm complete on the mic Recently tried to see, right through ominous blight Smokehouse in the moonlight, pharaoh Gold bright Modern saloon fight, common Gun Rule Life And he who exiled to Motown Is Jesus Feet, renound surgical gown with broke crown [Outro Talk: Bronze Nazareth] Jesus Feet, nahmsayin, thats what it is co*k the hammers back get it ready knowmsayin This that real sh**, you can take in ya heart, knowmsayin Walk with me, move with a fatal dart stalk with me Whutup my n***a, yeah whutup my n***as It's me Jesus Feet [Religious Speaker] Satisfaction from the Lord When the Lord moves in your life The Lord will never do just enough The will always be more than enough How could my soul ever forget When I think about his grace when I think about his goodness I just have to say Bless the Lord on my soul And all the is beneath me…BLESS! The soul forgets, that the lord satisfies