Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Amped , by - 116 CliqueRelease date: 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 |