Make It Reign by T-Jay

The Pre View by T-Jay

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Make It Reign
by T-Jay

Album: The Pre View
by T-Jay

Verse 1:

I just heard the word on a new forecast,
that nobody has the glory that my Lord has
MAKE IT REIGN! He been reigning for days! And so when
Satan wants to rain on my parade, I tell him hear that

thunder? Ain't no subtle rumble drum in the jungle, it's a
rebuttal to the enemy's wantin' to make us stumble, no
wonder we need a down pour, 'cause the God that I serve is a
renowned Lord… what about yours?!

My Lord, He can weather a storm,
39 whip, 3 nails, sharp wooden thorns!
And now His power towers, devours cowedly cowards,
Love showered on us ever since He rose and restored, and

furthermore, I boast in the Lord I'm proud,
I'll even step outside and tell it straight to the face of the clouds
My Father never fails, He's doin His thing,
He's dropping down on the block, all HAIL the King!

Chorus:

I ain't talkin' bout no small time cloud
I'm talkin' bout a shower that'll make ya wanna bow!
Glory in the form of a storm, and be prepared
Cause He about to let it pour, so Lord make it!

REIGN, REIGN, REIGN, REIGN!
REIGN, REIGN, REIGN, He gon' make it
REIGN, REIGN, REIGN, REIGN!
REIGN, REIGN, REIGN, He gon' make it!


Verse 2:

I don't need no umbrella man, I'm tryin' to
tell 'em fam, that's irrelevant... 'Cause if the
reign is guaranteed then we need to prepare the field, the
harvest is the target when the Son is revealed, ya feel me?

I know the Lord will precipitate, my tummy's hungry
for more reign, He said "finish your plate" and now I
walk with my eyes to the skies instead
'Cause reign drops keep fallin' on my head...

God's wrath paid, the Master craved a cascade
to pave the way for the mass of slaves, and now the
Lord is my banner no wonder, that Thor got
hammered by the true God of thunder!

The Rock 'bout to hit, boulder beam
Don't try to dodge the reign with some lame shoulder lean
So "make it rain" with your riddle games, but like the
crescent of the moon, money disappears, little wane!

Chorus:

I ain't talkin' bout no small time cloud
I'm talkin' bout a shower that'll make ya wanna bow!
Glory in the form of a storm, and be prepared
Cause He about to let it pour, so Lord make it!

REIGN, REIGN, REIGN, REIGN!
REIGN, REIGN, REIGN, He gon' make it
REIGN, REIGN, REIGN, REIGN!
REIGN, REIGN, REIGN, He gon' make it!