Jesus is the King (feat. FSG London)

Yeh! Yeh! Yeh! Yeh! Yeh! yeh! yeh
Adrenaline rush, For every time I'm touched
By the Holy Spirit! No games, no candy crunch
Take aim, aligned sights, for this road is dangerous
Got people gettin' beheaded for sayin' the name Jesus
Real facts, you don't really see them attack a Buddhist
But say the name Christ, and they all turn into shooters
Whether it's guns or shootin' negative words through tongues
I'm praising the anointed one, till the hate is expunge
He's the reason I have air in my lungs
He said be fruitful and multiply, I have four sons
Until the King comes, I'm praising the kingdom
So I live on through the blood of my kids and grandson

J-E-S-U-S-I-S, T-H-E-K-I-N-G
J-E-S-U-S-I-S, T-H-E-K-I-N-G

Jesus is the King without a crown or a ring
Y'all going broke looking for finer things
wouldn't be with you if them diamonds don't bling
Ya wasting ya bread, for a sneaky link
That ain't real love man, she just a fling
Everybody act tough, till cuffs go clink
Got caught now you know that phone's are gonna ping
Don't follow the scripture, got all ya in sync
Chose that route now deal with what it bring
Nothing like y'all, mind's sharp as zinc
you don't gotta believe me the proof is in the ink
Where y'all was at when I was all bent up in a sling
Bacteria eating my eye, life hanging by a string
I seen a life that you ain't seen
Stuck in bed all I could do is dream
Til I got on my knees and started praying
Run it back, you ain't hear what I'm saying
Play the cards that's dealt and stop complaining
Took a picture, you ain't get the painting
Following Christ, lifestyle's amazing
Only one God, there ain't no replacing
When I'm with God it doubles my weigh in
Told ya who I'm repping ain't no shaming
For the Saviors return, I am awaiting

J-E-S-U-S-I-S, T-H-E-K-I-N-G
J-E-S-U-S-I-S, T-H-E-K-I-N-G
Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ
Jesus K-I-N-G
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Jesus K-I-N-G
Jesus Christ is the king



Credits
Writer(s): London Whitfield
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