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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chance the Rapper
Vocals
Chicago Children's Choir
Sampled Artist
Isaiah Robinson
Background Vocals
Jay Electronica
Vocals
Josephine Lee
Background Vocals
My cousin Nicole
Vocals
Sima Cunningham
Background Vocals
Vasil Garnanliever
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carter Lang
Songwriter
Chancelor J. Bennett
Songwriter
Chris Tomlin
Songwriter
Ed Cash
Songwriter
Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah
Songwriter
Isaiah Robinson
Songwriter
Jesse Reeves
Songwriter
Nate Fox
Songwriter
Nicole Steen
Songwriter
Peter Wilkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carter Lang
Producer
Chance the Rapper
Producer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Jeff Lane
Mixing Engineer
Nate Fox
Producer
Peter CottonTale
Producer
Lyrics
How great is our God
Sing with me, how great is our God
All will see how great is our God
How great is our God
Sing with me, how great is our God
All will see, how great, how great, is our God
Name above all names
Worthy of all praise
And my heart will sing how great is our God
Name above all names
Worthy of all praise
And my heart will sing how great is our God
How great is our God
Sing with me, how great is our God
All will see how great is our God
How great, is our God
Sing with me, how great is our God
All will see, how great, how great, how great, how great, how great, how great, is our God
The first, is that God is better than the world's best thing
God is better than the best thing that the world has to offer
Magnify, magnify, lift it on high
Spit it Spotify to qualify a spot on His side
I cannot modify or ratify, my momma made me apple pies
Lullabies and alibis
The book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village raised 'em a child, come through the crib and it's bustin'
You meet anyone from my city, they gon' say that we cousins
Shabach barak, edify
Electrify the enemy like Hedwig till he petrified
Any petty Peter Petigrew could get the pesticide
79th, 79th, I don't believe in science
I believe in signs
Don't believe in signing, I seen dollar signs
Color white collar crime
Good God, the gift of freedom
Hosanna Santa invoked and woke up slaves from Southampton to Chatham Manor
My dream girl's behind me, feel like I'm James Early
The type of worship make Jesus come back a day early
With the faith of a pumpkin-seed-sized mustard seed
Hear, for I will speak noble things as entrusted me
Only righteous, I might just shrug at the skullduggery
I couldn't stand to see another rapper lose custody
Exalt, Exalt, glorify
Descend upon the earth with swords and fortify the borders where your shorties lie
I used to hide from God
Ducked down in the slums like "shhh"
I was lost in the jungle like Simba after the death of Mufasa
No hog, no meerkat, hakuna matata by day
But I spent my night time fighting tears back
I prayed and prayed and left messages but never got no hear back, or so it seemed
A mustard seed was all I needed to sow a dream
I build the ark to gently, gently, row my boat down Noah's stream
Sometimes the path I took to reach my petty goals was so extreme
I was so far down in the mud couldn't even let my light shine
But you was always there when I needed to phone a friend or use a life line
From a lofty height we wage war
On the poltergeist with the exalted Christ
Spark the dark with the pulse of light
Strike a corpse with a pulse of life
I spit on the Tidal it's tidal waves
I spit on the Apple and kill a worm
A fire in Cali will swallow a valley for every African village burned
Jay Elect would've never made it
O' son of man, O' son of man
Who was the angel in Revelations with a foot on water and a foot on land?
Who was the angel that rode a Harley from the project to the house of Parliament
And opened the book in the Devil's chamber and put the true name of the Lord in it?
Old Jerusalem, New Jerusalem
Comes like this beast with a ball of fire
They poisoned the scriptures and gave us the pictures of false messiahs
It was all a lie
Mystery babylon, tumbling down
Satan's establishment crumbling down
This is the year that I come for the crown
Bury my enemies under the ground
Writer(s): Peter Wilkins, Nate Nathan Fox, Chancelor Johnathan Bennett, Carter Lang, Chris Tomlin, Elpadaro Allah, Edmond Martin Cash, Jesse Reeves
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