No Contest
Title | No Contest |
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Artist | Jeremiah Bligen |
Album | Fighting Stance EP |
Release Date | 2018-10-28 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse 1: Jeremiah Bligen] Shooting shots and purpose is where the rims at What he put into my hand trying to flip that Knocked down a couple times from the kickback Grace, keep my lid on straight like a chin strap It’s a struggle to juggle Building and using muscle While balancing trying to beam Breeding hustle and humble Being aware of the schemes Pride will have us disgruntled Or emboldened with arrogance Grading ourselves using others As the rubric when our movements Should be based and congruent With the will of God for our lives Not what the next man is doing See, way too often we get exhausted By the fraudulent losses And gains that look great on another corpse When it's a one-person race It's just me and the ghost, our Trials a matter of time Like Mario Kart -- I Pray we’ll band together Know we all play a part In the orchestra of God No insignificant parts Salute [Hook: Jeremiah Bligen] Running man, got my eyes on the prize That's a person not a possession, I am In the one-person race to my finish line, nobody else qualifies -- Do Just what he gave us to do Love’s what we're triggered to shoot -- Move Just how he placed us to move What's for me is for me, and you, you No contest You might also like[Verse 2: Mild Genius] Pounding the pavement, how my vision gets clear Only competition is the one I see in the mirror When you're confident in Christ, there ain't no being inferior The kingdom is nearer, let's focus on the Being that's superior Christ is the Lord Not rapping for the mics or The Source As life runs its course We struggle putting life in these bars I'm liking these bars The match is bringing light to the dark Pipes in the wall Living water to cyphers explored If I'm focused on making it, getting paper or cheddar I'm indebted, enemy of the cross, a blatant vendetta Only worthy of the shame and being taken to Hell where it's hot I'm talking hotter than Jamaica with sweaters No that love wax cold and they can't feel this If we aim to please Christ, ain't no way we'll miss This is iron on iron and the blood runs swift We gonna infiltrate the world and everything still lit One hundred [Hook: Jeremiah Bligen] Running man, got my eyes on the prize That's a person not a possession, I am In the one-person race to my finish line, nobody else qualifies -- Do Just what he gave us to do Love’s what we're triggered to shoot -- Move Just how he placed us to move What's for me is for me, and you, you No contest [Verse 3: Jeremiah Bligen] I'm trying to shed the restrictions that’s within competition Unhealthy standards based on ego and godless living Not boast in being the most clean dirty person But count my neighbors better than I like a census worker Not trying to be better than you but the best me Work to be great to honor God and not to compete That’s not an excuse to be mediocre, lazy, or fools But to be careful about whose standards I choose to use Comparing ain't the root of evil, it’s the root of envy Like turntables, robbing us all of thanksgiving Let's turn the tables and be grateful for the grace given Discontentment is never quenched, it always wants different No, I ain’t trying to beat what I should build Jump in front of others when I should yield I ain’t trying coach it if should ref it Those stripes healed, no matter the call it is still a blessing It is blessed To be named among the people that’s forgiven truly God had mercy, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it No pleasure in another’s error, never looking down Unless it’s to lend support 'cause we all prone to fail Yes I have stolen, yes I have lied Lusted, rebelled, committed murder in heart and mind Horizontal or vertical, the plea is the same No contest -- a sinner acquitted in Jesus' name Salute |