2022-05-28

Jeremiah Bligen – No Contest Lyrics (feat. Mild Genius)

[Verse 1: Jeremiah Bligen]
Shooting shots and purpose is where the rims at
What he put into my hand trying to flip that
Knocked down a couple times from the kickback
Grace, keep my lid on straight like a chin strap

It’s a struggle to juggle
Building and using muscle
While balancing trying to beam
Breeding hustle and humble

Being aware of the schemes
Pride will have us disgruntled
Or emboldened with arrogance
Grading ourselves using others

As the rubric when our movements
Should be based and congruent
With the will of God for our lives
Not what the next man is doing
See, way too often we get exhausted
By the fraudulent losses
And gains that look great on another corpse
When it’s a one-person race
It’s just me and the ghost, our
Trials a matter of time
Like Mario Kart — I
Pray we’ll band together
Know we all play a part
In the orchestra of God
No insignificant parts
Salute

[Hook: Jeremiah Bligen]
Running man, got my eyes on the prize
That’s a person not a possession, I am
In the one-person race to my finish line, nobody else qualifies — Do
Just what he gave us to do
Love’s what we’re triggered to shoot — Move
Just how he placed us to move
What’s for me is for me, and you, you
No contest

[Verse 2: Mild Genius]
Pounding the pavement, how my vision gets clear
Only competition is the one I see in the mirror
When you’re confident in Christ, there ain’t no being inferior
The kingdom is nearer, let’s focus on the Being that’s superior
Christ is the Lord
Not rapping for the mics or The Source
As life runs its course
We struggle putting life in these bars
I’m liking these bars
The match is bringing light to the dark
Pipes in the wall
Living water to cyphers explored
If I’m focused on making it, getting paper or cheddar
I’m indebted, enemy of the cross, a blatant vendetta
Only worthy of the shame and being taken to Hell where it’s hot

I’m talking hotter than Jamaica with sweaters
No that love wax cold and they can’t feel this
If we aim to please Christ, ain’t no way we’ll miss
This is iron on iron and the blood runs swift
We gonna infiltrate the world and everything still lit
One hundred

[Hook: Jeremiah Bligen]
Running man, got my eyes on the prize
That’s a person not a possession, I am
In the one-person race to my finish line, nobody else qualifies — Do
Just what he gave us to do
Love’s what we’re triggered to shoot — Move
Just how he placed us to move
What’s for me is for me, and you, you
No contest

[Verse 3: Jeremiah Bligen]
I’m trying to shed the restrictions that’s within competition
Unhealthy standards based on ego and godless living
Not boast in being the most clean dirty person
But count my neighbors better than I like a census worker
Not trying to be better than you but the best me
Work to be great to honor God and not to compete
That’s not an excuse to be mediocre, lazy, or fools
But to be careful about whose standards I choose to use
Comparing ain’t the root of evil, it’s the root of envy
Like turntables, robbing us all of thanksgiving
Let’s turn the tables and be grateful for the grace given
Discontentment is never quenched, it always wants different
No, I ain’t trying to beat what I should build
Jump in front of others when I should yield
I ain’t trying coach it if should ref it
Those stripes healed, no matter the call it is still a blessing
It is blessed
To be named among the people that’s forgiven truly
God had mercy, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it
No pleasure in another’s error, never looking down
Unless it’s to lend support ’cause we all prone to fail
Yes I have stolen, yes I have lied
Lusted, rebelled, committed murder in heart and mind
Horizontal or vertical, the plea is the same
No contest — a sinner acquitted in Jesus’ name
Salute