Amanat Ali ft. Maria Meer
Song: Naina Lagay
Music: Ahsan Pervaiz Mehdi
Mix n Master: Afzal Hussain

Amanat Ali ft. Maria Meer - Naina Lagay

Written by Pastor Lijo George
Feat. Richardo Sanchez

Impossible Possible, Ft. Ricardo Sanchez

You say you don't wanna turn on a beat and just get preached to
I see you
But don't you know that's exactly what he do
He makes your feet move 
When that beat groove
And the microphone he speak through 
If I'm wrong I'll be gone 
But let me reach you 
He gives a sermonette on how to burn a spliff 
How to turn to sex 
To numb your hurt and stress 
Pop a Percocet 
Take off your shirt and flex 💪 
Make verbal threats
Sell drugs - Felons don't earn a check
So evangelistic you just hand him riches
He Instagram his business if the camera missin'
I say this man's religious
But his plans is different 
He wants you to worship him
I'm worshippin the lamb who is risen
You ain't gotta relate to the God who has authored my faith
On the cross, did it all in my place 
And I call it unstoppable grace 
But when you play his song 
yeah you knocking the base 
You profit his bank
Toss your cake in his offering plate 
Whoa 
Every life sound like a sermon if you learn to listen
I've burned some bridges 
Discouraged vision
Kept the church at distance 
A cursed condition 
Nothing close to pure intentions 
So I'm not better 
I'm just purchased 
Got my purpose with it
Let the truth soak, yeah, dirty dishes
My courage isn't in the work of Christians 
For the churches mission
I'm certain it is
in the God who came serving sinners 
And then did what every religious person didn't. 
Loved me at my darkest
Drug me out my hardships 
The judge became the convict 
But no guilty conscience 
JESUS had no felons 
And no misdemeanors
We just had rebellion and a wicked fever 
Burning in the ashes of our sinful passions 
He took more than 30 lashes
For my dirty habits
Lived in the place 
Of dillon chase
To demonstrate 
Although my sin is great 
It's been erased 
It is a finished case
But I know you want me to lighten up
Make tracks for you to vibe in clubs
throw your lighters up
You find disgust 
When I discuss
The righteous stuff
Well this God outshines the sun
Is that light enough?
Whoa

Hotel Session 1.0 WHOA

You know I gotta work and never slack

My purpose to lead, feed every person in the pack

My queen call me the king but she's certain of the fact

I'm the under shepherd stepping with the Word in flesh perhaps 



Family of six would be a burden on my back 

But Jesus bare the weight so the hurt will never last 

 mans man open doors show her worth won't ever pass

Wifey love it when her hubby wake up early she relax 



Watch the kids chef hat dad turning out the snacks 

I bet I change diapers in 30 seconds flat

Maybe not 

Let the baby rock 

Sturdy in my lap

Cradle non stop 

 Lay her down 

Shorty take a nap 



Looking at my life outside of the fourth wall

More awe 

can't see what the Lord saw

A torn heart 

Broke more laws 

my north star

led to more flaws

But got grace for the short fall



They used to hypnotize 

With the sly 

Little lies

But I've been alive 

Since my eyes

Witnessed God

Not a gimmick 

But I mimic

Him who shines

many times

brighter than the sun

out the slum

rise with Him high



Last night ,yeah, I did a show 

Little did they know

ridiculed cynical had me feeling pretty low

Didn't let it show 

Cause I know who’s really in control

and the mission eclipses any  opinion they may hold



God’s purchase like the first of the month

I got verses like expository sermons no dunce

I found approval for eternity once

murderous stunts

ceased when He brought peace reveled mercy up front



Dedicated never faded saturating every station of life

you know His reign is precise

permeating every turn I’m taking patiently fight

from date night to stage life to see His payment applied



I got pillars that you won’t move God put Him there

covenant with my wife - yeah I wouldn’t dare

compromise that fact - so I look prepared

presently involved as a Father no rookie they’re



covered in prayer - I’m committed to the body 

win the city like a hobby

sin diminished cause He got me

been dependent on the God leading

out many to the party

wedding feast with the groom infinite is how we rocking

Hotel Session 2.0 hypnotize

Even your dark ways is magnifying the light

I grab the mic and recite 

A passage higher than flights 

Or satellites with a height 

Of Galaga type of fights

Space battles 

But no categories suffice...

Because when you're heavenly minded

Satisfied by the Christ 

No one can ever define the 

Massive size of the site 

A whole other dimension 

Rally cries will ignite

The chorus goes to the Lord of Hosts

Passions rise and excite

Wish I could keep that perspective 

But man I ignore it 

I miss the picture 

Like when you stick your hand out and form it

To take a selfie but your phone ran out of storage 

I Need to remove refuse  I cannot afford this...

I'm getting deep

My bad let me resurface

Hold let me reword it

Because the deeper we search in

Eternal currents 

I'm certain 

If you get thorough with burrowing 

Under the finite 

You'll find your infinite purpose 

Concurrent 

With 

Enjoying him joining in glory then pouring the love of God to others far ignoring

That the longing to live is really a catalyst

To seek the giver of life until he comes back to this

Yeah 

I just got back from a crowded scene 

Yeah 

Talking about the king 

To like a thousand teens 

Yeah

But I know how it be 

Man they're pallet fiend

To sip forbidden venom

thinking that the fountain's clean

Ooh, NO, that's a tragic case

With an aftertaste 

Of His wrath in place 

Turning from the Captain's face 

To be a castaway 

But I don't want to feast with the beast you can pass the plate

See I was delivered 

From a muddy river 

Of an ugly litter

So if they persecute the church I'ma suffer with her

Eternity is sweet but right now the cup is bitter

My son told me that I need to stop

But I'mma take my time

like a greedy clock

Cause God's been pouring into me a lot

So I pour it back out like a heated pot

My death will be a graduation with the best class

Crew moving in to New Jerusalem no jet lag

Until then I'll worship God - no threats last 

Face up, hands out, like a chest past

Impossible Possible, Ft. Ricardo Sanchez

PR. LIJO GEORGE