The unexplainable author and finisher of creation,
The voice of directed destination
Ears have not heard, eyes have not seen what awaits the saints from the Supreme Being
The unexplainable author and finisher of creation,
The voice of directed destination
Ears have not heard, eyes have not seen what awaits the saints from the Supreme Being

Put your hands high in the sight of the king
All praises, due glory and honor for all things
Keeps your hands raised as we stand before the throne
Head bowed in humility for Supreme Being
Put your hands high in the sight of the king
All praises, due glory and honor for all things
Keeps your hands raised as we stand before the throne
Head bowed in humility for Supreme Being

Jovial meetings and greetings
Love factor doubles
Those heavy laden and faded stayed and unloaded their troubles
Drop facades
Facial distortions in huge proportions
Morphing from orphans
Fresh out of spiritual contortions (raa)
Put your Spirit on like energy suit
Force field emanating, relating a striking resemblance to the Christ I’m imitating
Match made in Heaven
Factors of seven, news at eleven, at theatres near you
We the talk like Toby, Mike and Kevin
Keeping in real, expressing verbally what I feel
A super Sasquatch who tears it up while the mass watch
Hip-hop gorilla have yet to travel to Manila,
When I get there ima shake it up like I’m Godzilla (raa)
The music drives me in the ground (raa)
The speakers make my head pound (raa)
The true fifth element, Christ (raa, raa)
(The unexplainable)
Ideal to kneel to throne Supreme Being sits on

Twenty-eight years
I’ve seem to peer through eyes despising lies of worldly scenery
Steaming me at pressures, perspiration
Lack expression in proof to tell the truth
No evidence naturally can show an illustration
Only spiritually a man can understand the dimensions shown to me
I’m prone to be banned and labeled “radically fanatical”
Advised to take my words as clever rhyme scheme and poetry
Instead of prophesy and words of knowledge sent from Heaven, told to me
If you doubt I understand but can’t deny it deep within
The truth will stand the test of rhyme
It never changes, just the time
Never claim to know it all but aspire to know the most
With likes of Solomon’s wisdom for those asleep in comatose who need awakening
Shaking to the point of life in question
Lift the blinds, revealing light, removing all obstruction
From the sight I was commanded, not so currency could lace my whole team
But demanded by the candid, only god, Supreme Being.