(static)

Yeah…

Paper bag on my head—

Vision still clear though.

(glitch)

Big G-O-D.

Paper bag mask, they don’t know my face,

But I hear that call when I step in place.

808s crack, screens flicker and fade,

I make glitchEZ beats just to glorify Yahweh.

No flex for the fame, no chase for the crown,

I bend all the sound when His name comes around.

World full of noise, I decode the truth,

Binary faith in the digital booth.

They judge by the look, I move by the Word,

Every drop I design got a purpose unheard.

From nothing to something, creation obey,

I sample the silence—let Heaven replay.

Paper bag, glitch beats, all for the King,

Static in the system when the angels sing.

I don’t need a face, I don’t need a name,

Every broken sound still shouts His fame.

GlitchEZ praise, yeah I let it explode,

Big G-O-D in the code, in the code.

From the lows to the highs, let the whole world know—

Every beat I breathe is for the Big G-O-D.

Errors in the mix but the message clean,

Grace in the cracks of the livestream scene.

They chasing the algorithm, I follow the Light,

Faith over fear when I render the night.

Distorted drums but my heart aligned,

Truth hit harder than the bassline.

I was made to create, Genesis flow,

Speak life in the dark, let the waveform glow.

Paper bag prophet in a pixel age,

Still praising God through a digital cage.

When the system crash and the filters decay,

His glory remains—unchanged, unplayed.

If they never know my face, it’s okay…

If they hear Your name, that’s enough for me.

(glitch drop)

Yeah… that’s enough for me.

Paper bag, glitch beats, all for the King,

Heaven cut through when the low ends ring.

I don’t need the shine, I don’t need the glow,

I just press record—let His power flow.

GlitchEZ praise, till the speakers blow,

Big G-O-D everywhere I go.

From the code to the soul, from the beat to the plea—

Every sound I make is for the Big G-O-D.

(static)

Paper bag…

Open heart.

(glitch)

Soli Deo Gloria