Sean Slaughter - Repent Ya Wicked Wayz lyrics

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Sean Slaughter - Repent Ya Wicked Wayz lyrics

We been there before, we went through that door But all it really did was lay us on the floor We was faking jacks son, now we on track son But with the holy one, we never going back son 2x Jon Christion I walk, according to spirit and not flesh Flesh, leads to d**h and nothing less Unless, ya filled with the holy ghost, God bless Life is a test, don't leave the world with a f I write scrolls, for extremely lost souls I'm marked for life, ya marching hard on hot coals I speak in parables, then I break down the lesson To be learned is confessing your sin leaves you refreshing The world hates me because my backs to the fire The snakes in the garden, duke I beg your pardon I'm on a real mission, not for cars or fame Or 40 inch chains that's vein, I rather have his name J-e-s-u-s, nothing funny Thirty silver coins and he bled, blood money His own disciple, turned into an arch rival And you think you safe in this world, ain't no survival You living by faith son, he gave you that power If it wasn't for Christ, ya physical would've been devoured But I ain't here to act sour, that's just the facts And I'm a let you know like peter in the book of acts For you Pharisees and Sadducees, by the name of His Majesty Ya wicked wayz will lead you straight to travesty Don't basphe-me, 'cause I praise the lord gladly At the altar, ya like a calf let to slaughter This is for you, this is for you and for you For you and you, especially you, you and you This is for you, this is for me, this is for you His words be true, so mic check one-two MC don't stand for master of contradiction It stands for make em' convicted, microphone Christian For ya mc religion spittin' versus Christian written What's the logic, ya not forgiven, ya still sinnin' You're only justified by faith, you work for wages Talk about god for days, but who you praisin' That shorty, that lex G's, that next 40 The devil is a liar and god is all for me So praise Him, till ya throat and tonsils is hoarse We all soldiers, one in the Lord, get on course For a holy ghost revival, according to the scriptures in my Bible Repent ya wicked wayz be the title