[Lyric] How Great Alternate Version (Chance the Rapper)

[Intro: Nicole Steen]
How great (How great), how great (How great)
How great, how great is our God? Oh

[Interlude]
The first is that God is better than the world's best thing
God is better than the best thing that the world has to offer

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Magnify, magnify, lift it on high
Spit a Spotify to qualify a spot on his side
I cannot modify or ratify, my mama made me apple pies
Lullabies and alibis, the book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village raised 'em a child, come through the crib and it's bustin'
You meet anyone from my city, they gon' say that we cousins
Shabach, Barak, edify
Electrify the enemy like Hedwig 'til he petrify
Any petty Peter Petigrew could get the pesticide
79th, 79th
I don't believe in science, I believe in signs
Don't believe in signing, I seen dollar signs, color white collar crime
Good God, the gift of freedom
Hosanna Santa invoked and woke up slaves from Southampton to Chatham Manor
My dream girl's behind me, feel like I'm James Early
The type of worship make Jesus come back a day early
With the faith of a pumpkin seed-sized mustard seed
Hear, for I will speak noble things as entrusted me
Only righteous, I might just shrug at the skullduggery
I couldn't stand to see another rapper lose custody
Exalt, exalt, glorify, descend upon the earth with swords
And fortify the borders where your shortage lies
I used to hide from God, ducked down in the slums like "shhh"
[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]
I was lost in the jungle like Simba after the death of Mufasa
No hog, no meerkat
Hakuna matata by day, but I spent my night-time fighting tears back
I prayed and prayed and left messages
But never got no hear-back or so it seemed
A mustard seed was all I needed to sow a dream
I build the ark to gently, gently row my boat down Noah's stream
Sometimes the path I took to reach my petty goals was so extreme
I was so far down in the mud
Couldn't even let my light shine
But you was always there when I needed to phone a friend or use a lifeline
Amazing grace that a wretch like me is back again with another chance
In the industry that's filled with songs 'bout racks on racks and rubber bands
I come to lift your name high
I pray you guide us through this barren land amongst these crazed guys
I pray I never flip the script like Malcolm X and change sides
I beg you send my brother Chance throughout this world to change lives
And grant us with protection
Revolution might not be televised, but this is the resurrection
So all praise is due to the most high, and that's a blessing