I Don't Pack a Matic

Uh! It's the Christ. He's alive.
Roll out!

I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John
'Cause the war is on. (It's not a game)
I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John (yeah)
'Cause the war is on (for real)
I don't pack a matic, (aah)
But I pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John
'Cause the war is on
I don't pack a matic, (naah)
But I pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John
'Cause the war is on(yeah)
I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John (fighting a good fight)
'Cause the war is on
I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a pack a pack
Man shall not live by bread fa long.

Called from the darkness, called to the heartless
Called by the angel, sent me ta spark dis
Struck by da lightning, trus it was frightening
Ever since that day fa Christ I bin writin'
Rhymin' an' ridin' all over the country
Manchester, Liverpool den Germany call me
Hamburg, Stuttgart shout out to Pastor Marc
Holdin' it down for da King an' da crown, I bin
Walkin' a long road, callin' the lost souls
Spoke to the nation at the death of Reese Jones
Told them da answers found in the pages
Of the Holy Scriptures an' The Rock of Ages
Christ came ta change us, born in a manger
Born of a Virgin, wise men were searchin'
They came to worship da King who was emergin'
Lived, died, rose again, an' He's returnin'!

I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John
'Cause the war is on.
I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a pack a pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John
'Cause the war is on.
I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John
'Cause the war is on.
I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a pack a pack
Man shall not live by bread fa long.

Roll out Christian City is the comity
Led by the Holy Spirit is the livity
Cyaan hold back the Christ who's livin' in me
So I preach out late nights in Piccadilly
Eat sleep drink and breath Christ, ya si mi?
When I feel weak He speaks life within me
When I need clothes, I'm clothed like the lily
Lamb skin coat when cold nights are chilly
So break da bread wit me
Let's drink the blood an' eat The Lamb until the last stand
Until the day we see The Eagle an' The Star Man
An see the Saviour of the people wid the scarred hands
Stronger dan a Spartan
He da New Wine, I'm jus a glass an'
He da True Vine an' I'm like a Tarzan
I'm holdin' on me an' The Father in the jungle of life
Like Abraham He put His Son under the knife, woe!

I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John
'Cause the war is on.
I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a pack a pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John
'Cause the war is on.
I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John
'Cause the war is on.
I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a pack a pack
Man shall not live by bread fa long.

Yes it's time, oh yes it's time
The King is gonna catch His people up in da sky
Yes it's time, oh yes it's time
Now di sons of God fi manifes an' shine
Yes it's time, oh yes it's time
The King is gonna catch His people up in da sky
Yes it's time, oh yes it's time
Now di sons of God fi manifes an' shine
Yes it's time, oh yes it's time
The King is gonna catch His people up in da sky
Yes it's time, oh yes it's time
Now di sons of God fi manifes an' shine
Yes it's time, oh yes it's time
The King is gonna catch His people up in da sky
Yes it's time, oh yes it's time
Now di sons of God fi manifes an' shine

I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John
'Cause the war is on.
I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a pack a pack a Matthew,
Mark, Luke an' John (It's not a game!)
'Cause the war is on. (Amen)
I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a Matthew, Mark, Luke an' John
'Cause the war is on.
I don't pack a matic,
But I pack a pack a pack
Man shall not live by bread fa long.

It ain't a game!
He's alive!