[Verse 1:]
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For me it's about more than spitting silly gritty rhymes
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Hitting blocks, or getting shot fifty times
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God's about His glory, so I can't be about getting mines
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By saying I committed crimes, just lying to get my shine
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What a tragedy, that that's become the blueprint
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Spitting bout they renegades, getting weight and move bricks
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All trying to make dollars and new cents, what a nuisance
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They call them true, but I'm call them flu- 'cause these dudes sick
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And they contagious, each time that they throwing up
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Flows that's more than overstuffed with motives of them blowing up
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Hoping to get dough, hoping the right doors will open up
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They focused on it so, they mouths run like motors bruh
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But get a load of us, we flow with focus up
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On Jehovah, we soldiers, hoping that folks will notice us
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But with intentions of pointing them to great Lord
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That's the reason why we make noise, and represent with great joy
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[Hook:]
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Yeah we came to spit, not for chains and chicks
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But for the King of Kings we praise His name with this
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And it's just one of many ways, nah we ain't slaves to this
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[Verse 2:]
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Turn on the radio, man I heard it a million times
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They live it up, and fill they cup they feeling fine
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They fond of killing, and be chilling with a million dimes
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It's crazy can't see, but they think they vision's fine
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And if they ain't blind then I'm crazy and dumb
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And they must just got they shades on, 'cause they can't see the Son
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But He gave us sight, made us light, the change has begun
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From a life that's fast we got to dash like Stacy we done
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With spitting bout the norm, homie yeah we had to switch it up
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The old- We had to give it up to Christ, and started giving up
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A life that messed our witness up, the mic- Only for lifting up
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Christ who let them pin Him up, light of the world this is us
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Now me and Phish, we be in this and use the music
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His beats is sick, and me I spit, we use these tunes to
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Give you truth, I spit in booths, I hope you tuned in
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Cause this is truth, we living proof, of Jesus moving
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3:]
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As you listen, I hope that you don't think this mission's mine
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This joints for Him, I just point to Him and get behind
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I hope it's so hot, your jaw drops and you hit rewind
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But the message is reason I'd be grieved if you missed a line
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Yeah we love hip hop, and we part of the culture
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But we ain't just trying to give props, or get it lots of exposure
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All things only exist so they give props to Jehovah
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Even this, don't be behind the times like big clocks that slowed up
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Hold up, homie I ain't just trying to make the crowd move
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I found truth, and now I'm trying to pass it to the sound dudes
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Around me, around you, and to try to make it sound cool
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I keep my ear to the streets like my face was on the ground too
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We keep it loud too, cause even these music forms
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Are only for His name man, hey that's why we use it for Him
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And some cats will hate though they can't deny the beat is hot
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We "outkast" but we still putting Christ inside your speakerbox
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Hip Hop
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| Trip Lee |
