Lyrics:
Some say the Bible’s just another dated book,
Nah — first off, that’s not how it looks.
Sixty-six books, forty hands that wrote,
Over fifteen centuries — one note.
No other work ever built like this,
History, prophecy, love — can’t miss.
Does that make it God’s own word? Not yet,
But maybe pause — it’s worth respect.
Archeologists laughed — said it’s all fake,
Then dug up kings they claimed were mistakes.
Ruins, walls, and names they denied,
Now line up with the book they defied.
Yeah, check the facts, dig deeper…
Word up — truth keeps standing tall,
Tried to burn it, but it outlived all.
It’s history, prophecy, blood, and call,
Cover to cover — can’t fall.
Word up — proof in the plan,
No other book like this to man.
If you seek truth, then here it stands,
Word up — from His heart to your hands.
See, God showed, I’ll prove it there —
I’ll show I’m not trapped by time or air.
I’ll speak ahead, then bring it to pass,
So you’ll know My word will last.
Over three hundred prophecies clear,
Pointing to Christ before He was here.
250 B.C. Greek text done,
Centuries before the virgin’s son.
They said, well maybe they wrote it later.
But crucifixion didn’t even exist yet, player.
They called the price — thirty silver coins,
Hundreds of years before His points.
Yeah… that’s math, not myth, can’t fake that…
Word up — truth don’t break or bend,
Every line connects again.
Prophecy told, then time fulfilled,
Every promise, perfectly skilled.
Word up — man can’t clone,
That kind of code in flesh and bone.
History bowed, the proof was shown,
The Word made flesh — the truth made known.
Then Jesus stepped on the scene,
Said, I’m the One those words foreseen.
He healed the sick, gave sight to the blind,
But that wasn’t proof enough for the mind.
So He said, I’ll show you the truth firsthand —
They’ll kill Me, but I’ll rise again.
And He did.
He died. They ran. They hid.
Three days later — stone rolled wide,
Grave empty — death denied.
Every friend who’d run in fear,
Now preaching loud with death so near.
No power, no wealth, no fame,
They died for truth, not earthly gain.
Each one said, I saw Him rise,
And gave their lives — not alibis.
What would make a man face flame,
For a lie that gives him no name?
Only truth could stand that pain —
Word up — He lives again.
Word up — the proof is here,
Love spoke loud through blood and tears.
He said He’d die and reappear,
And He did — the message clear.
Word up — no myth, no game,
The world still shakes at Jesus’ name.
Open your heart, you’ll feel the flame —
Word up — He’s coming back.
Be ready.