BROKEN MIRROR

BIZZLE AND SEVIN LAY IT ALL OUT…I HOPE WE IN THE CHURCH ARE LISTENING

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[Hook 2x: Sevdaliza]
It’s true
In this life
I’ve never been the one
In your eyes
I’ve never been the truth
All you saw
Was a broken mirror

[Verse 1: Bizzle]
Bizzle
I know what it feel like to get hit real nice
With a rock in the side of ya noggin cuz you don’t feel right
To the crowd when you rockin
They holler “you ain’t no real Christ follower
How could you be you don’t look like you is right”
“And you said nigga so you ain’t saved
You just wanted attention so you dissed Jay
You just wanted dimensions you just hate
Cuz you ain’t paid
Six years gone by and guess who ain’t changed”
Still reppin’ for the hood like I’m supposed to do
I ain’t never pushed violence and dope to you
Never called young black queens out they name
And you wonder why they want Biz out they game
Psh that’s fine I’ll be the bad guy and the world to see
Who I shouldn’t be lookin at fly
These rappers attack God
These so called pastahz sabatoging our work
And giving the Church a black eye
But He’s still king and He’s still God
And we still man so we still flawed
He don’t stop being a rock because we stepped off
And He is no less God just cuz we rep wrong
I don’t look like Christ yet but that’s what I aim for
They sayin’ it’s impossible but why should I aim low
Made in the image of God
‘Til Eve and the snake spoke
Soon as we turned away the mirror became broke
Fix us

[Hook 2x: Sevdaliza]
It’s true
In this life
I’ve never been the one
In your eyes
I’ve never been the truth
All you saw
Was a broken mirror

[Verse 2: Sevin]
Let’s go
Ay
Since the moment He birthed me
It’s certainly hurt me and irked me
How the jerks in these churchy circles
Will curse me from the turf B
It should be clear how I’m dirty
I’m unworthy and I’m only here by His mercy
Firstly I’d rather stay where they’ll murk me
And squirt me in the melon
Instead of tellin me it’s clear when it’s murky
They betrayin us
Slayin us for takin it personally
Ain’t gone play it how He played it why you wearin His jersey?
I was purchased
Layin in the bed of the serpent
I don’t deserve this
Bruh I never said I was perfect
But I’m purposed
He planted a seed knee deep in me
The leaf is startin’ to break through the surface
The father’s defending me
Ain’t you supposed to be befriending me
They’ll treat me like a enemy
As soon as I walk into these churches
In sixteen years I have observed this
The gospel music industry is not truly ministry
It’s a circus bruh
Yeah I was a killer
Yeah I was a thug
And yeah I was a dealer hell yeah I was a blood
And yeah I was a addict
Yeah I came to church with a vest and a semi-automatic
I was hooked on dope
And I was hooked on sex
And I was hooked on money and I was hooked on gin
Chained down to a spell I was hooked on sin
Christ saved me from hell now I’m hooked on Him
Ahhh

[Hook 2x: Sevdaliza]
It’s true
In this life
I’ve never been the one
In your eyes
I’ve never been the truth
All you saw
Was a broken mirror

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GREATEST FEAR: FATHER FORGIVE ME LYRICS

SONG WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY SEVIN OF HOGMOB MINISTRIES

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Uh huh

Sometimes I wonder,

What more do I gotta do,

I’ve been pouring my heart out for years,

You know?

This is my greatest fear,

Yeah, yeah

Some say I’m sick, coz of what my dreams depict in the midst of death,

I hear the screams from hollow tips on the pistol’s breath,

banana clips in the triple vest, brethren no lovin’ in the ghetto,

it’s governed by zips and the crystal meth,

niggaz will put one in your brain just to get respect an’

please believe that when you slain is when you gettin’ left

I’ve seen raindrops drippin’ from dead carcasses,

and stray shots spittin’ ain’ trippin’ off who the target is,

we ain’ grew up like the partridges,

I watched my partners sniff lines of coke off the shine of nine cartridges,

the only good days are the ones that liquor’s out there,

I take a sip for my niggaz and pray that they get through the Gates,

I became popular from them weak niggaz poppin’ at me,

they think that I was choppin’ a key,

but no, I’m just humpin’ CDs,

I watched Dre get a deal then I feel,

“Nigga I’m just as nice”,

I pray I get a meal before I’m killed,

Nigga this is life

(hook)

They said one day would come, but it’s been so long,

[Verse 2: still grindin’ nigga]

so many tears to cry, and yet just one song,

[somebody help me]

[Verse 2: from the underground]

and if I die today, would they even care?

if I left this place without a trace that I was here

(Verse 2)

Uh,

all I got is my heat an’ my art, my heart, my balls dawg an’ my religion,

reality’s depressin’, got me thinkin’ ’bout my odds of livin’,

coz I see that they slim to none,

nicotine in my lungs,

mixing gin with rum,

until I vomit up lyrics to wet portraits,

that can captivate caskets and resurrect corpses,

then maybe I can see my brother again,

I’m tryna be righteous but that will only let me revel in sin,

[Lord I need you, I need you yeah]

I serve God but the evil one is governin’ them,

what’s the use of keepin’ it raw if they in love with the trade?

they don’t feel me, if I catch these years from another case,

which one o’ y’all gon’ wipe the tears from my mother’s face?

[who’s gonna do it?]

so quite boxin’ to south dawg, let it shine!

respect the grind, maybe you made it,

but the rest is done,

this is for my niggaz that tried even though they paid the cost,

and every rapper that died,

long before they met the Source.

[hook]

I spit off full dues and the produce capture this song,

hopefully the vocals will last after I’m gone,

will my image diminish before I’m finished at the end of my race

and they takin’ the bullets out of the ends an’ into my face?

when you cry, because you neglected this young man

an equal chance, an opportunity when you coulda seen me advance,

even as I’m writin’ I’m enlightened that the hour’s past,

damn, man

more sand just drained from my hourglass,

I pray daily they aid me when I’m seekin’ a deal,

and I’m keepin’ it real when I’m saying I sleep with my steel,

I write for hours preparing to perfect the technique in my skill,

do I got to put heat in my grill to show you what deeply I feel?

failure’s a sea, and I’m stuck in it’s wake drowning,

with the thought I won’t make it,

for God’s sake, it’s my eighth album!

Father forgive me, I’m tryna fulfill purpose,

I’ma feel worthless until my skill surface.

[hook]

Y.O.L.O.: HOGMOB STYLE

YANKED OUT OF LUCIFER’S OPPRESSION: YOLO BE REAL YO’

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Hey guys, as you’ve probably noticed, I am on a roll with sharing what I enjoy…really good music with an awesome message. Guys, I can almost feel myself melt with excitement sharing this post with you. As you can tell I can barely keep my pants on with this one, I love HOGMOB (Hook’d On God, Ministry Over Bizness). If you notice any spelling errors, they are not my own, they actually are how the words are spelled. Sevin, a half African American, half German man is one of the people responsible for the formation of this group.

Sevin and the HOGMOB group make some of the best tracks that I have ever heard. What’s more impressive is the degree of growth they have demonstrated over the years. For those of you out there who are familiar with the 116/Unashamed Movement, are aware that this year, Lecrae Moore has written a book chronicling his life journey. Sevin and HOGMOB have done this very thing but through their music. Take for instance the redefinition of YOLO: Yanked Out of Lucifer’s Oppression, which is then described as the true acronym is portrayed in the song as being the true testimony of the MOBer.

Here we go;

Uh
God Over Money
HOG MOB
For real
Huh Sevin
Datin
YOLO the real one

[Verse 1: Sevin]
It’s Christ above everything and in this ring every swing is a bolo
Because Jesus got me more creased up than a cholo
So bro do not play me homo
By His blessin’ I was Yanked Outta Lucifer’s Oppression
That’s my YOLO
Used to take a zip on the trip all by my dolo
Til they wonder how I’m making a band by going solo
Where I’m from even though the powder is white they call it cocoa
But if you outta bounds they get on your head just like a go pro
Used to clap and squeeze out the stolo
I’m thankful for salvation
If I was Japanese I’d tell ‘em domo
I was coming to America first to let my oats grow
Even though I put that semi to work He made my soul glow
I’m from sinner’s town where daily the foal blow
And I been around more K-Ci than Jojo
About the Father business hang with us you cannot stand around no mo’
You are not in Kansas now Toto

[Hook: Datin and Sevin]
YOLO
Yanked out of Lucifer’s oppression
Oh No
Christian’s bring conviction to your section
Suggestion yeah
Let Christ give you new life, for real
Alright alright alright
YOLO
Yanked out of Lucifer’s oppression
Oh No
Christian’s bring conviction to your section
Suggestion yeah
Let Christ give you new life, for real
Alright alright alright

[Verse 2: Datin]
Yo Sev
I heard em say when Datin spits
He blacks out like when the breaker trips
Snappin like the paparazzi’s cameras when they taking flicks
But I liked him more when he was rapping on that gangster tip
Not rapping bout these ancient scripts or Christ cuz that just makes ‘em sick
They would rather hear me viciously rip emcees
Planting these kids with seeds of death that infect like a sick disease
They must of missed the memo
The new meaning of triple D
Is dat Datin is dead it is over for him he’s history
So I was a slave in lucifer’s oppression
Hanging from a noose in his possession
Until Yeshua revealed His truth and cut me loose from his deception
It’s a life I didn’t choose this was predestined
The Father opened my eyes
So bye bye He has cut all of my ties
And saved me from the fall like a parachute in a sky dive
Til I die God has linked me up with these five guys
GOM and our connection’s stronger than your Wi-Fi

[Hook: Datin and Sevin]
YOLO
Yanked out of Lucifer’s oppression
Oh No
Christian’s bring conviction to your section
Suggestion yeah
Let Christ give you new life, for real
Alright alright alright
YOLO
Yanked out of Lucifer’s oppression
Oh No
Christian’s bring conviction to your section
Suggestion yeah
Let Christ give you new life, for real
Alright alright alright

[Verse 3: Sevin]
Yuh
We kingdom building children so we stack it like a Lego
Jehovah is the captain I get it crackin’ if He say so
But it’s active where I’m at boy they’ll cap you like a payroll
They spiritually dead I guess I’m passing out some halos
Get ya lassos hog tying they souls
Streets of the forsaken on Daytons boy I be skating like the lake froze
Beefin’ is for certain cook my burger with some queso
Murk the wicked serpent we ain’t worshipping his pesos
Yeah life’s tough I like it rough just like a sadomasochist
No pacifist I’m blasting at the Pharaoh
When I used to get keyed I had to get the mako
Put on the mind of Christ now I’m matching wits with Play-Doh
H-O-G-M-O-B homie this the take oh
Blurring the occurrences currently in your facial
I’ll pray for the day mane I can’t wait for him to suffer
Yeah I’m hateful
Cuz Satan is a sucka
Like fellatio

[Hook: Datin and Sevin]
YOLO
Yanked out of Lucifer’s oppression
Oh No
Christian’s bring conviction to your section
Suggestion yeah
Let Christ give you new life, for real
Alright alright alright
YOLO
Yanked out of Lucifer’s oppression
Oh No
Christian’s bring conviction to your section
Suggestion yeah
Let Christ give you new life, for real
Alright alright alright