Testo Fine Tune

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
Hand 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"