| I can’t help but explode to this sound
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| I’ve grown with this sound behold it this sound
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| This is an offering up with this sound
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| Get up or sit down only if it ain’t loud enough
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| Then turn it up, is this loud enough
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| Then turn it up, if it’s loud enough
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| Lift your head to the sky
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| And sing loud with now sing loud with us
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| Seated under the Son rallying trumpeters
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| From the alley the thunder is heard
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| Have we the Comforter in the valley of death
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| Run the track till no calories left
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| And my salary check is that of the promises Calvary kept
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| And it goes deeper then religion
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| The speakers keep the rhythm
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| For the meek who seek the wisdom in the music of life
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| And you will know it when your doing it right
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| When its you on the Mic pursuing the light in the darkest of times
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| Too often the blind will lead you and miss the target I’m already sick
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| And tired of tryin to rely on liars they feeding me bits
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| The pieces don’t really fit, so I refer to the script
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| Sure I’m in line for the time being, my future exists
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| On a glorius list, created by a designer higher than cumolous tips
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| And I’m telling you this because it’s relevant to the devine evidence
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| Found in every bone in my body and this sound
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| I can’t help but explode to this sound
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| I’ve grown with this sound behold it this sound
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| This is an offering up with this sound
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| Get up or sit down only if it ain’t loud enough
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| Then turn it up, is this loud enough
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| Then turn it up, if it’s loud enough
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| Lift your head to the sky
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| And sing loud with now sing loud with us
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| Somebody get my out of this ribcage
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| I’m empowered to give praise
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| Louder then in shouter when in rage
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| Whether you out or in caves
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| Or crowded round those men made towers
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| In this hour in this day
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| Feel the power of an open grave
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| The sour of broken grapes
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| The now or never heart of the hopeful slave
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| Holding the train throwing a shoulder to the rain
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| Knowing an older sense of self showing what’s holy in his veins
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| Now everybody got a reason for thanks, even if you don’t believe it
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| Take a look outside then you’ll see it
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| Now everybody got a reason to smile… even if you don’t feel it
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| Take a look at a child and you’ll see it
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| Now everybody’s been given a voice
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| Be it loud be low you’ve been given a choice and it’s yours
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| For all my people looking to rise, the moments arrived
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| And you are hearing it live and right now |