It's the 5 sola mic holder/
Simul justus et peccator - bipolar/
I'm hyped to show ya a glass raised to those names/
Of guys who show up in black shades and gold chains/
Constantly would conquer an audience that was hostile/
Sovereignly, our God would give guardians of the gospel/
We start out with Augustine - a pagan indeed/
Till he opened Roman's when a child told him take up and read/
Gave rise to Wycliffe the high pitched pope denier/
So despised after he died they roasted his bones in fire/
This talk is not minutia it is seriously sewn/
From the thoughts of Luther when he fought the tyranny of Rome/
Then He who sits in heaven gave us Calvin who didn't work alone/
At 27 wrote one of the greatest works the church has known/
hard knocks call him John be prepared
When he hit his knees believe the queen said she feared his prayers
An Era glowin with Owen who offered us a clearer lens
Expositor and a scholar called the father of the puritans
And John Bunyan was not frontin beautiful feet
They threw him in the clink for not refusing to preach
But his sermons next to Jonathan Edward's could hardly rival
America's greatest intellect who would spark revival
It's real with this field a wild display
And you could hear George Whitefield from miles away
And jc ryles file is a pile of pearls
No joke what he wrote on holiness is out of this world
Enter Spurgeon vibrant, strong, intense, to teach ya
I refer you to shai linnes song on the prince of preachers
And Warfield is a rifle to these bb guns
When liberals would reach for one was pitiful to see em run
crave missing links on Pages covered in ink?
You'll get the kitchen sink from a.w. pink
And Martin Lloyd Jones was sherlock Holmes with the word
Our worth drops the earth rots but our home is preserved
Through the flesh Who can assess the course of our nature
Too impressed Few addressed the culture like Schaeffer
Movin' next to dueling threats like Sproul and MacArthur
And watching faulty doctrine be assaulted by washer
I'm positive I'm drowning cuz this fountain is awesome
Pound for pound you won't go a round with baucham and Lawson
These accolades toss em without grace there's no gain
It's never been about black shades and gold chains

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