Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amped, artist - 116 Clique
Date of issue: 27.08.2007
Song language: English
Amped |
Yeah we amped up, repping the Savior, baby, we stand up |
Man up for the risen who picked us up and scanned us |
Purchased some worthless dudes, and now He hands us |
A bunch of stuff that we ain’t earn |
Now picture that like a camera, we lift the lamb up |
Hands up this mans the alpha who would raise like gamma |
We some amba-s-s a-d-o-r's |
He saved me, bro, when grace seemed so hard |
But nevertheless, there’s none better the best |
Is Jesus, I don’t fight but will step to my flesh |
All to glorify the Lord I’m addressing my mess |
He’s superior across the board like checkers and chess |
That’s why we hype now, ain’t putting the mic down |
Lamp on a hill homie, ain’t putting our lights out |
We repping Him right now, fight for Christ hype it might sound |
Crazy, lay our lives down for Him as a lifestyle |
We can’t stop repping His name, man, we can’t drop |
Batons that was passed to us from older saints I… |
Used to be scared to rep Him, they’d say I’m brainwashed |
But after I got know to Him then all the shame stopped |
They think I’m deranged, they call me insane |
They said that to Jesus, I’m following the King |
I holla out His name, so folks will behold Him |
I’m bold and I’m living my life like He’s golden |
It’s blowing me away, that this chump was chosen (me?) |
Saved by grace through faith that’s the slogan |
He’s our hope and His arms was open |
We was cloaked in sin, but that curse was broken |
Now peep that, it’s hard to believe that |
Christ died to save us, rich kids to street cats |
We live and preach that Word homie, read that |
Today we do rep Him and use records to reach cats |
We cliqued up, all throwing that one one six up |
A crowd of believers in Jesus all with our fists up |
We lift up our hands for the God, man, who gives us |
Life in Him, cause sin has men tripped up |
Now we open our lips up, can’t close them when it’s a |
Sick and global mix up, kids have chosen sin, bruh |
Hearts frozen within us, dark colder than 10 below |
We tryna tell them not to sin no more |
He’s worth being proud of, He’s worth shouting loud for |
Our dirt had us drowned plus our works couldn’t vouch for |
These persons without love, who lurked in these foul clubs |
Hurting without the person who found us |
But the great ones died just to save some |
If you looking for a righteous man homie it ain’t one |
Nope can’t name one, we all born slaves, son |
But He saved us so we rep Him even after this things done |
We amped up! |
So homie stand up |