A-M

[Hook]
It's the A-M repping the I A-M
Hands in the sky, wave em
Listen as I praise Him

[Verse 1]
I am in the building and I'm feeling like a lion
I was caged in (cajun) like a spice and now I'm pepped up like some cayenne
I don't get it twisted man I know how weak that I am
I'm a peon but you see I'm into God and He's a giant
Jesus—He's a King, you know that He's above every king
A being that's supreme like a pizza full of everything
Yeah you know it, I can blow it like a hurricane
What can clean?
Only some perfect stuff that's in every vein
Grace came like heavy Rain and dropped fog
Because of that to be frank, I'm back—hot dog
I saw what Isaiah saw—dropped jaw
The Son's bright and His Pop's raw
His glory's thick, glorious
Pierced at three points, Robert Horry-ish
Hands, feet and side, can He survive?
They ran, peeped inside and said, man He's alive

[Verse 2]
Still on the same mission that your man began with
Lyrically spraying Jesus on your mental canvas
You take it for granted but it used to be a famine
There was no Christian rap but now it's sucking up the bandwidth
Man I took a sad turn (Saturn) like a planet
I'm guilty, no matter how ya slice it like a sandwich
Standard is the standard, it's the standard that you can't switch
I understand the standard but there's something that you can't miss
There's a cross for just such emergencies
Only for sinners and I'm just the worst of these
For many I appeared mighty fine
But I've always been the 1 and I've never been the 99
I'm a son of Adam so every atom's depraved
So every atom has strayed, every atom is frayed
Thanks to the Last Adam our every atom gets raised
So with every last atom the Last Adam gets praise!

[Verse 3]
I exalt in Jesus coz to me it's so appropriate
The holiest, oh He is something special, check the holy Writ
Checking for that zoe, it’s life, you should know He's it
The Life is Light and homie there'll be no eclipse
Check the flow we spit, check the blogs and tweets
Not perfect but check the life because talk is cheap
In fact let's get up like frogs that leap
You oughta peep how Jesus left the tomb emptied out of all but sheets
That's the indicator, He was buried cuz
That's the vindicator, He's who He said He was
Not to be heady cuz Mary's Son's Mary's God
Nicaea said the Son is “very God of very God”
I know it's very odd that Jesus Christ said He's Manna
More than the best thing since sliced bread
But with a mic I would like to invite heads
To see the Son who shines bright like them night pegs (Lite Brite)