Pumpfake by Soul-Junk Lyrics

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Checking if your church got built by man
Let's liquidate the physical and see what still stands
Cause if your church not made with hands
Indivisible one mind invisible that's right

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• Produced: Soul-Junk, Rafter Roberts
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Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Pumpfake” Released in 2000

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[Hook x2]

Checking if your church got built by man
Let's liquidate the physical and see what still stands
Cause if your church not made with hands
Indivisible one mind invisible that's right

[Verse 1: Galaxalag]

I seen what you call the church getting chubby in the waist
So if i ain't to your taste, have some peace, take some grace
But let's get the innertube out religion's middle
Where tradition reigns supreme and the Spirit's second fiddle
These live their lives on nursing milk and chewing the cud
That's why it's time for "Eat my flesh and drink my blood
Or you have part in me", say that artfully
So these can depart from me if they cannot chart that sea
I'm at the place where all the fakes can just fade
I live this, that's why I see through the charade
Why try to bluff when every card gets played
You have the beautiful appearance of a whitewashed grave
Build cathedrals to yourselves, your own honor
Right at home in Babylon, these the pious prima donnas
Rich young rulers for priests, lawyers for scholars
But y'all can't contain my God with big books or top dollar

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Galaxalag]

Brothers, sisters, pull the transistors
I insist we get more than just mist in the midst of this vista
The view to the true worship hullabaloo
I go blue in the face, trying to huff like they do
Puffing fumes, con with forms, keep the formula warm
Some confusing the cloud with the eye of the storm
Swarm the flock, pop the lock off the stock and the barrel
So hermetically sterile you all don't see the peril
As in paralyzed up from the eyes
Think we numb as in slumber, try pinching us twice
It goes one for your mind, it goes two for your money
I look deep in the Spirit and these clowns think they're funny
And really it is
To think all visible life hinges on the invis
I send this up the charts relentless
To dent crews whose agendas
Like Beemers and Benzes

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Galaxalag]

Lord, in this journey called life, there ain't no other
Still I'm singing Hallelujah and getting smothered
By all these brothers who be stuck on the same page
Trying to get their hymns played, only playing covers
So can we get the full revelation cranking
The inspiration, blow the lid off the old stagnation nation
Y'all been way more than patient
Now let the spirit bring true illumination
Cause if anyone's in Christ then you're a new creation
So then you reflect your Creator with origination
You got the new locked up inside of you
Time to hit it with the bolt cutters, bust right through
Cause I see way too much of playing it safe
See uh, I'm dropping bombs so come along let's strafe
Time to lay waste to every pretension sets itself up against knowing God face to face
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
To hit these demons with a little more than four pounds
Cause we got the ultimate in blasphemy for your satanic majesty
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