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Look, they said, "Hazakim, you're talking over people’s heads" "Dumb it down a little," that's what some people said I know a lot of y'all are expecting some "panda panda" Used to that cotton candy, we’re trying to hand you manna Musical tunnel vision, we're showing you panorama Dropping like a hammer, Copacabana to Santa Ana They said "Stop waving the Hosanna banner" But we're oblivious to mamma jammas like we're on the Candid Camera Refusing to tone it down for relevance We just want y'all to examine the evidence From the delicate balance of elements To the laws of logic that govern intelligence Think about the odds It's fine-tuned, somebody tinkered with the knobs The universe's breadcrumbs leading us to God And the earth is His handiwork, see it and applaud They say random chance designed humans That's a lie, proven Such a design requires fine-tuning One with infinite might who’s all wise, moving The whole engine of life, God-like ruling Everything delicately balanced on a razor’s edge Indivisible, under God, like when you say the Pledge He made the stars and nations of all stripes Letras de cancionesHand over your heart for the maker of all life All right We chop it up and bring the rhyme through Beat is hitting, you're admitting it’s a fine tune Said you're searching for divine proof Just take a look at creation, you know it's fine-tuned Life is a miracle If you're existing, the evidence is empirical Yeah (Scratches: "Wrath and Grace") Listen, fine-tuning is the delicate balance Of initial conditions that allow for life’s existence For instance, our distance from the sun, optimal Shift it a few inches and life wouldn't be possible We'd burn or we'd freeze from frigid or fervent degrees And the seas would turn into ice or burn into steam The sun's rays merge with the trees Converting CO2 we release into (oxygen) we can breathe (GASP) And the force that bonds protons and neutrons We aren't supposed to find By accident, apart from an omnipotent mind Gravity, mass, and energy, those align perfectly And the planetary spin Built with a tilt The margin for error, very thin Yeah It's not an accident, a secondary whim It's immaculate, He's accurate And none compare to Him From the birds in flight whom whistle and recite tunes To the night's moon and the sun at high noon The lilies in the light bloom As the ants collaborate and form the dirt into a nice dune Rain falls, storm clouds in the sky loom Ripe fruits, vines pruned Celebrate with wine soon Bride and the bridegroom, baby in the wife's womb He holds it all together, keeping it fine-tuned Yeah We chop it up and bring the rhyme through Beat is hitting, you're admitting it's a fine tune Said you're searching for divine proof Just take a look at creation, you know it's fine-tuned Life is a miracle If you're existing, the evidence is empirical Yeah We chop it up and bring the rhyme through Beat is hitting, you're admitting it's a fine tune Said you're searching for divine proof Just take a look at creation, you know it's fine-tuned Life is a miracle If you're existing, the evidence is empirical Yeah "The Scriptures tell us without Him, nothing was made that was made" From Letras Mania