(song by Cam)
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[Intro:]
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A yo man let that beat drop on em
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Yea, oh you know I'm liking that right there
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Wats good yall
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It's yo boy Lecrae
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Some call me crezy
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I'm here with my 116 clique representing to you
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We just want to put it down for the Lord Jesus Christ
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City to city and state to state, we keep running into more 116 clique members
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People who are unashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ
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Let me tell you where we're from doga˘ć|
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[verse 1:]
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New Jerusalem, that's my home
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Let me put it in a song, so you'll never get it wrong
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No shame in the message, that's the reason I live (reason I live)
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Christ up in every song, He's the reason I'm here
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All they rhyme about is guns, money, sex and drugs
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Eighty percent of these dudes is fictional thugs
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We don't kill nobody, we don't rob no stores
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We don't trap, we aint strapped, we don't smoke that dro
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We aint pimpin, we aint trippin, if we tippin on some fours
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den youll probaly hear dat Jesus music comin out our doors(comin out our doors)
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we aint ashamed, you can call us lame,
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but everybody gotta die and stand in front of the King
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[chorus:]
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We unashamed, unashamed
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Unashamed, unashamed
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Unashamed, unashamed
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Unashamed, unashamed
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Unashamed, unashamed
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Unashamed, we unashamed
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Unashamed, unashamed
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Unashamed, unashamed
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We unashamed
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[verse 2:]
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Watch this so you can really know what time it is
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God is resurrected and I'm here to glorify Him
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Ma Jesus, Jesus, ma Jesus might make a great tune
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But we gotta lead em dipset to the weight room
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I gotta date soon, but it aint soon enough
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Father keep pruning us, cause its proven we known for screwing up
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I cant front cause the pressure is still thick
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And when sin in looks like the pressure, I'm havin to turn quick
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A sin sick, so merk it like John Owen
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You know when Jesus the Christ you can pay him, but still owe him
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We shoulda died and been buried for our wrong actions
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Instead Christ died and carried them on his own back (What?)
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This is a known fact, but some say that its fiction
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This is our lifestyle, no its not a religion
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See I survived death back in 2002,
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And religion is not at all what got your boy through
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Yea your boy crayola, I don't do payola
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No floors full of baking soda, just Jehovah
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I get played to the left more than I get paid to write
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So I aint worried about eating dog, tryin to display the fight
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[chorus]
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[verse 3:]
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You see me on the block, the ava void in the land
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We look the same, but we different
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We bring God to this thang
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While being vocal by the Lord and not a piece on chain
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But don't get it twisted, its reasons these boys unashamed
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How bout 39 lashes of beatings, they laughing and teasing
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These blasphemous heathens reject the passion of Jesus
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He fasted from speaking even with nails bashed in His feat, and the cross,
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He gasping and wheezing, His lungs collect as He's breathing
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The chief priest stone in the court of this chief
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My Prince of Peace minus the pipe who bought my grief so no more chiefin
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But like the rims that hit the curb (curb) we call em shoulder blades
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We got out crosses on our back like our shoulder blade
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This is death and resurrection that turned about my direction
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Stepping toward perfection had nothing to do with me (do with me)
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But the gospel is the power and power been men to pow out
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We powed in the pavement takin the message to the streets
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[chorus]
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Unashamed
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| Lecrae |
