HIGHTYDE
Once I was born
Christ swore the light was formed
but lightning storms deny my life support
but Christ was nice, He like supplied a warm
environment, Christ, can I afford
your righteous fire when I'm kinda broke?
Jesus Christ, is this some kinda joke?
Christ, I'd like to know, is life a hoax?
if not, then God just watch me strike a pose
and yes sir, best believe it, test completed
question me, but leave the rest to Jesus
test me, test me, I'll confess these
sins we keep beneath the skin unless we were
deep in sin, then demons know
there's no way out, you either clean your soul
or perish, there is no one else compared to Jesus Christ
who reigns supreme and yo

HIGHTYDE
HE MAKES ME
feel like I'm the best there is
HE MAKES ME
see that life up there exists
HE MAKES ME
feel like He's the reason why I'm rhyming
tis the season, Jesus died
HE MAKES ME
(x2)

KING MC
Wanna be more than I can be
It seems with dreams, God's got the monopoly
ain't no stopping me, with what He offers me
C'mon world, seductive girl, what you got for me?
AYO, DROP THE BEAT!
cause I can rap on scratches
He makes me flip words like verbal gymnastics
He snaps his fingers, rap singers appear like magic
there's no limit, He stretches me like Mr. Fantastic
collapses on my knees, dont need glasses to make me see
He surpasses all I need, no more traps of the enemy
He makes me a pillar, much more than my abili-ty
He makes me see with no help from Rapzilla (ha ha)
I'm a soldier in His eyes, more bolder cause of Christ
now older and more wise, He's the holder of my life
and there's no mistaken, He's re-shaping me, baby
and through it all, I stand tall cause ah, cause ahh

HIGHTYDE
HE MAKES ME
feel like I'm the best there is
HE MAKES ME
see that life up there exists
HE MAKES ME
feel like He's the reason why I'm rhyming
tis the season, Jesus died
HE MAKES ME
(x2)

KING MC
Strong when I'm fallen and weak
I hear you call me, Lord, it's you, I solemnly seek
Let me peek into the future, without you it's kinda bleak
beat black and blue, but through you, there's no defeat
I'ma keep spilling ink onto my note-leaf
til my body starts to bring the heat being deceased
and the stink won't leave, see, cause some kid wont breathe
and then inspire him to be the next King MC, believe it

HIGHTYDE
It goes one for the money
two for the show
three for the verse that we both are on
and then five bars each, will makes us six rich
seven means eight to nine or ten hits
wonder why we write these songs we write, right?
well, there's really nothing better to do, and like Christ
said to me and King MC, just the other night
you will fight, yep right, sometimes I wonder why

HIGHTYDE
HE MAKES ME
feel like I'm the best there is
HE MAKES ME
see that life up there exists
HE MAKES ME
feel like He's the reason why I'm rhyming
tis the season, Jesus died
HE MAKES ME
(x2)