Jesus Feet Songtext
von Bronze Nazareth

But if we ever come to the place in our lives, huh
When Jesus becomes more than all we need (yeah, these lyrics will make a nigga work out)
(Yeah, know what I′m sayin'?)
Or more than all we want
And He becomes all we have (hey, Gun Rule the alma mater, nigga)
We will find that Jesus is truly more than enough (Detroit the New School, nigga)
The Lord will always be more than enough (school of hard knocks and that′s all we here to do)
Uh-huh, Wisemen, baby
Uh-huh, chronic coughin'
Uh-huh, yeah, this what I'm here for
Yeah, ′89 Pistons, we move in silence
Yeah, let′s go, let's go


I′m from a cement black hole, forever tryin' to crawl out the bottom
Yellow Tony Accardo when the model tec rock ′em
Butch Jones plots inspired though, shake the metal hand like Destro
Bronzeman, count ya grams, it's chess moves
I write shows from below my left chest bones
So I don′t do commercial, nigga, witness the episode
Black mask the implant, best to dress to enchant
Many bent under modern Bethlehem street lamps
Also for deep cramps exchange chlorophyll grants
Oil spill days, make the sun rays enhance
The forecast, four die-cast metal cats
On the warpath, paragraph sarin-laced raps
Bless the 13th amendment that I ever graced text
Take the X out the rebel flag, Malcolm got next
I bet five-bullet roulette, calm as Novacek
Golden steps in the motor set, gambino connect
Royal fam with the loyal hand, murals of my sonogram
Nicknamed sauna hands, marijuana ganja man
Blew a dungeon gram when Kirk had to leave
Still see him on my white tee, we spoke in a dream
My philosophy choke 'em to the 9th degree
Possibly I escape, beat 'em with a pipe dream
Poem burial site seeing, my focus precise
Follow them light beams when I′m complete on the mic
Recently tried to see right through ominous blight
Smokehouse in the moonlight, pharaoh gold bright
Modern saloon fight, common Gun Rule life
And he that exiled to Motown
Is Jesus Feet, renowned
Surgical gown with the broke crown

Jesus Feet
Know what I′m sayin', this what it is
Cock the hammers back, get it ready, know what I′m sayin'?
This that real shit you can take in ya heart, know what I′m sayin'?
Walk with me, move with a fatal dart, stalk with me
What up, my niggas?
Yeah, what up, my niggas?
It′s me, Jesus Feet
(Satisfied you, oh, baby)

Satisfaction from the Lord
When the Lord moves in your life, the Lord will never be just enough
The Lord will always be more than enough
How could my soul ever forget?
When I think about His grace
When I think about His goodness
I just have to say "bless the Lord, oh my soul!
And all that is within me, bless!"
The soul forgets that the Lord satisfies