Everywhere - CunninLynguists, Witchdoctor

He is everywhere

In the dirt, in the trees, in the streets

He in the church, in the jails, on the beach

It ain’t a place that ain’t touch these feets

He’s the living word that is preached

He is everywhere

In the dirt, in the trees, in the streets

He in the church, in the jails, on the beach

It ain’t a place that ain’t touch these feets

He’s the living word that is preached

He is so raw, he don’t need to be seen

He so raw he don’t need you and me on his team

Responsible for nightmares and dreams

He’s the winning lottery ticket that made you scream

He cam quiet any raging storm and

He’s the reason your eyes popped open this morning

Give him praise with every piece of strength you got

Talking about being successful I’m sorry you not

And God ain’t involved in your little biz

We can’t make no moves till he makes his

He’s the salt and the pepper, we the sheep he the shepherd

Took the crown from Nebuchadnezzar

Carried by God, never left stranded

And death is your free ticket to get off the planet

My father owns all the books

So if you rob me nigga I’m still rich as fuck

He is everywhere

In the dirt, in the trees, in the streets

He in the church, in the jails, on the beach

It ain’t a place that ain’t touch these feets

He’s the living word that is preached

He is everywhere

In the dirt, in the trees, in the streets

He in the church, in the jails, on the beach

It ain’t a place that ain’t touch these feets

He’s the living word that is preached

He is everywhere, every step of my path is a weapon

For I trust, left us blessed with the craft

And though many times I give less than what’s asked

When tarnished he’s varnish on my brass

My idol, I don’t bow before gold cow

In this cold world he’s my snowplow

He’s my knowhow, rights my wrongs in my iris

Makes sure that my sight is long

No Isis or Osiris, in my crisis, Christ is the shining sun for the lightness

As I write this he puts heart in the lifeless

For the righteous he’s a way out your plight

Just pray, in the hurricane you won’t sway

For Latter Day Saints, here’s what you don’t say

Yahweh made me and out of one clay

My praise, shouldn’t limit it to Sundays

He is everywhere

In the dirt, in the trees, in the streets

He in the church, in the jails, on the beach

It ain’t a place that ain’t touch these feets

He’s the living word that is preached

He is everywhere

In the dirt, in the trees, in the streets

He in the church, in the jails, on the beach

It ain’t a place that ain’t touch these feets

He’s the living word that is preached