YAHUAH STUDIOS

Lyrics

Scroll stops
Red ring glow
Boxes open
Everybody got a point
But who got fruit

We The Assembly
Barak YAHUAH
Rumamu YAHUAH

TikTok Live
Everybody wants the mic
Everybody got a take
Everybody wants a fight
Book on the screen
But the tone ain't right
Let the fruit tell truth
When the comments ignite

TikTok Live
Don't chase that hype
Let him finish
Bring the witness to light
Not here for clips
Not here for likes
YAHUAH
Set my tongue right

Tap me in
Let me up
I got smoke
Three talk at once
Till the whole room choke
Host got the buttons
Mute and boot
Chat throwing flames
While the Book got proof

Some came wounded
Some came new
Some got questions
They can't push through
One soft word
Gets stepped on fast
One proud voice
Wanna make it a class

Boxes fill up
Like a court on screen
Everybody judge
Few hands clean
Scroll keep spinning
Clips get made
But souls get bruised
In the point parade

I know that pressure
I felt that pull
Win the room quick
But the heart stay full
YAHUAH
Slow down my speech
If I can't hear
Then I can't teach

James chapter one verses nineteen through twenty
Let every man be swift to hear
Slow to speak
Slow to wrath
For the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of YAHUAH

Sirach chapter eleven verses seven through eight
Understand first
And then rebuke
Answer not before thou hast heard the cause
Neither interrupt men in the midst of their talk

We The Assembly
Barak YAHUAH
Rumamu YAHUAH

TikTok Live
Everybody wants the mic
Book on the screen
But the tone ain't right
Let the fruit tell truth
When the comments ignite
YAHUAH
Set my tongue right

This ain't Facebook
With the comment line
This ain't YouTube
With the long-form time
TikTok Live got the boxes close
Stranger step in
With a verdict pose

Some want iron
Some want war
Some don't know
What they knocking for
Somebody say Enoch
Somebody say fake
Somebody bring Genesis
Now the room shake

If the witness line up
Give the seed some room
Don't turn a question
To a public wound
Book in the hand
Don't make the heart low
Knowledge can puff
While the fruit won't grow

YAHUSHA checked fire
In His own crew
Wrong Ruach can quote
What is true
So I watch the fruit
When the loud ones speak
Strong Book don't need
To bruise the meek

Luke chapter nine verses fifty four through fifty six
Wilt thou that we command fire to come down from Shamayim
And consume them
Even as Elias did
But He turned and rebuked them
And said
Ye know not what manner of Ruach ye are of
For the Son of man is not come to destroy men's lives
But to save them

Matthew chapter seven verse twenty
Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them

Check me too
Before I check the chat
Clean my tongue
Before I answer back
Put a watch
At the door of my lips
Keep my hands
From a prideful grip

No crown in the phone
No throne in the room
No clip worth turning
Truth into wounds
If peace don't rest
I don't have to stay
Let it return
And I walk away

Psalms chapter one forty one verse three
Set a watch O YAHUAH before my mouth
Keep the door of my lips

Luke chapter ten verses five through six
Peace be to this house
And if the son of peace be there
Your peace shall rest upon it
If not
It shall turn to you again

We The Assembly
Barak YAHUAH
Rumamu YAHUAH

Build a room
Where the Book can breathe
Let the hard heart
Sit with the seed
Let the brother finish
Let the sister ask
Not every wrong thought
Need a public lash

Moderate peace
Don't manufacture fear
If the crowd gets loud
Make the witness clear
We can disagree
Without swinging names
We can bring correction
Without strange flame

Not blaming the app
It's the fruit in the room
Same screen can carry
Light or gloom
If Myshpaka pull up
Let the table spread
Read it line by line
Till the young get fed

From twelve to forty
Don't chase applause
More eyes in the room
Means handle with awe
Whole Book open
Low heart bowed
YAHUAH
Make Your Name sound loud

Read the room
Check the fruit
Let him finish
Bring the proof

Say whole Book
Say low heart

Drop Myshpaka
If the room made space

Barak YAHUAH
Rumamu YAHUAH

We The Assembly
No clips over souls
No hype over truth

TikTok Live
Everybody wants the mic
Everybody got a take
Everybody wants a fight
Book on the screen
But the tone ain't right
Let the fruit tell truth
When the comments ignite

TikTok Live
Don't chase that hype
Let him finish
Bring the witness to light
Not here for clips
Not here for likes
YAHUAH
Set my tongue right

TikTok Live
Everybody wants the mic
But the fruit still testify

YAHUAH
We The Assembly