Big Words歌词

作曲 : Wells
Nooo! I mean, I ain't looking up all these words. I mean, people gotta work with me. Let's go to the library together.
Though life is vicious and filled by riches
And men with prestigious wishes
Who look to scratch your seditious,
Salacious, sacrilegious, and ***ual itches,
All while hittin' switches lookin' for glitches
So they can still call it business
But that's not what this is—
This is missions—deliberate decisions from divisions
Of men and women with visions of playin' Christian positions
Who suffer under suspicious superstitious traditions
But still know that his grace is sufficient
That's what this is.
Hey yo, what if I be the broad cat
How could I make you say that I'm all that
And what if you went out and brought the mob back
And humbled myself I made 'em fall back?
What would you call that?
Do it from the ball cat
The kind that get the crowd up and make 'em all clap
And when I dish the rock I get the ball back
Cause I'm the go-to man
And when I go to slam
They say "You saw that?!?
Aww snap!"
So you mean I need a Bentley, Benz, or a Lexus
And be able to hold heat ambidextrous
And blow a hole in someone's solar plexus
All cause murder is infectious
And get my flex on
In order for me to get my respect on
And wearin' Kevlar for my protection
But let me ask a question:
What if I AM the resurrection?
Though life is vicious and filled by riches
And men with prestigious wishes
Who look to scratch your seditious,
Salacious, sacrilegious, and ***ual itches,
All while hittin' switches lookin' for glitches
So they can still call it business
But that's not what this is—
This is missions—deliberate decisions from divisions
Of men and women with visions of playin' Christian positions
Who suffer under suspicious superstitious traditions
But still know that his grace is sufficient
That's what this is.
Well OK, so help me now follow the mind play
Show me the difference between Grace and Shawn Jay
The real Roxanne from Shanté, Tiki from Ronde but from a divine way
And while you at it, explain to me the struggles of Kanye
The temptation fightin' that of Beyoncé
And would the answers there displayed be different from all the answers that I’d say?
Would I also have to bow down here to mere opinion?
And be a king rulin' with no dominion?
Just opinion.
Am I adjacent here without opinion?
In other words, do I run the floor with nobody here to throw the oop to?
No high court to tell the truth to?
But what if I'm above judge and jury
While at the same time being love and fury?
Though life is vicious and filled by riches
And men with prestigious wishes
Who look to scratch your seditious,
Salacious, sacrilegious, and ***ual itches,
All while hittin' switches lookin' for glitches
So they can still call it business
But that's not what this is—
This is missions—deliberate decisions from divisions
Of men and women with visions of playin' Christian positions
Who suffer under suspicious superstitious traditions
But still know that his grace is sufficient
That's what this is.
Hey this is all his
If you understand glory then you know it's all his
If you following the story then you know it's all his.
The verse sets up with all ears
And it shows us what the fall did.
By nature men know that God is a real person
But now to glorify him as God is a real burden.
And now our proud dark hearts are hurtin'
Pray repentance cause reprobatin' is lurkin'.
Go back to the small words
'Cause many say you can’t handle the big words
They say reprobate is for the big birds and the church nerds
Like dictionaries only chill in the suburbs (huh?)
They say you wouldn't be able to study words like sin, death—
Propitiation ain't for you yet
They say you know embezzlement, felony, strife
But can't learn ever relevant benevolent Christ!