12 Soaked Stones

[Intro buildup, beat drops, old-school boom-bap vibes] [Condescending, spoken] Yeah, you prophets talk a big game. Did you wittle babies remember to bring your sunscreen??? (hahaha) Hey you guys like Mount Carmel, right? I'm just curious, is it your high place... [darker] or your high chair? [Verse 1] Step up, take your time, call your god, make a scene Cut yourselves, dance around or is he on the latrine??? [Mockingly] Is he taking "Me Time"? Or maybe it's board game night? Or is he just swipin’ left on your plight. Ayhab’s under the crown but the queen holds the chain, One tug on his leash and he's lettin' her reign. Where’s your god now? 'Cause from where I stand, it looks like the queen's giving out more hands than Bawl can. [Chorus, bass groove] 12 soaked stones, trench overflowin’, Built it up, flooded, let's get the fire goin'. Stacked the odds high, made it drench and drown, Now watch the true God bring the thunder down! [Thunder] [Verse 2] "Rider on the Clouds"? Yeah, I bet his "rolls" are deep. Gotta be stuck in traffic—y’all been callin’ all week. Sliced-up your arms, blood on the walls, You give your all, crawlin' to Bawl, but now I guess he's sittin' in the stall. Sacrifice your sons, your own flesh and bone, But when you call, all you get is dial tone. Man, it’s tragic, y’all blind to your own Havoc, slaves to the madness, got a soul so sick. Me on the other hand, man I’m chilling, Is 450 enough to see that this ain't a trick? [Chorus, bass groove] 12 soaked stones, trench overflowin’, Built it up, flooded, let's get the fire goin'. Stacked the odds high, made it drench and drown, Now watch the true God bring the thunder down! [Thunder] [Verse 3] Y’all been beggin’ Bawl, maybe he's camera shy, so lemme drop this prayer, watch His fire split the sky. You had all day, no flame, nor reply. Now back up, eyes up, and watch my God light it up. [simplify, with building intensity] God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, Let these clowns see who reigns and who’s phony. No tricks, no gimmicks, no sleight of hand, Just consume the altar with the fire that's holy! [Climax of buildup, Thundrous] BOOM! Fire drops, altar vaporized, Licked up the water (easy), the whole ground is dry. This was never a contest, it's not a fair fight, When the real God steps in, all the false gods DIE. [Chorus, bass groove] 12 soaked stones, trench overflowin’, Built it up, flooded, let's get the fire goin'. Mine soaked in water, yours soaked in blood. When God knocked him out, did you hear the thud? Stacked the odds high, made it drench and drown, Now watch the true God bring the thunder down! [Thunder] [Outro] 450 of you, and just little old me, But the power of God? Yeah, now you see. No more prophets of Bawl, y’all lost the facade, And all people cry out: [chant chorus fading to the end of the song, shouted] The Lord, He is God! The Lord, He is God! The Lord, He is God!