(Cannon, step back)
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[Verse 1: Propaganda]
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They say the places we venture a Christian shouldn't dare
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Homie, that ain't holiness, it's fear, you scared
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Homie, I swear, I won't see 'em by osmosis
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Nope, I got a blood bought prognosis
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From the age when shoulder blades held ghetto blaster
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No such thing as Christian rap, but rappers who believe
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Stand your ground, pound the mic consistent with the truth you speak
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You could watch the gospel stand on it's own two feet
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Really ain't that unique, y'all just never seen it
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Unlike the elephants we won't let you ignore
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Like arenas full of white kids all singing along
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Make convos in the green room filled with awkward pauses
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Don't think I don't know em, when they don't trust and it's all love
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We just came to provide y'all the soundtrack of life
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Like around here a life's like sounds from the mic, right
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Every creed and color with their 116 tats
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More humble rapper-tees all with their hands up
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Understand before Grammys and stellas it was bars from the cellar
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That soar higher than cellular
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Less net worth, can't tell you my net worth
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I ain't got a clue, low dough was never fuel to choose the type of tool we using
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Just who and when, we could better prepare you to make amends with the savior
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Destroy your turntables, say
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[Hook:]
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And you ain't got to understand, just hands up
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And if you from the West that's W's up, it's all love
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You and I know we both can't afford to ignore, hands up
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East to the west, y'all, hands up
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L.A. to the Bay, y'all, hands up
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Hands up, everybody everybody, just hands up
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Hands up
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(Shout out to my man, Propaganda, from the mighty mighty Humble Beast
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My name is Lecrae, I represent Reach, 116, unashamed believers)
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[Verse 2: Lecrae]
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Ayo, dial the seven digits, call a chemist
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I compound underground sounds with pronouns so pronounce
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Our name right, rappers who take a stand, C Boy
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Pop the lock on minds of these slaves until they free, boy
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Mischievous soul who don't get it, so we spit it
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Where the smoke is blowing loud and the crowds are looking frigid
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It's cold on the road, so the bars got to be hot
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Christians want the message, but the world want to be shot
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So I give 'em both until they choke but truthfully
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If one side say you dope, the other think that you a joke
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Let me clear my throat as I provoke you with these quotes
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I got a Grammy in the closet, but I trade it for the hope of the people
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'Cause these days evil
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If you ain't seen Jesus, you don't want to see the sequel
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People holla 116, 'cause they know we represent
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Something bigger than the dollars and the cents
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Still it don't make sense that I rock with killers in dark tents
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Drinking liquor 'til they thinking of speaking in past tense
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And it's past tense with pastors and past friends
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Who don't understand the mission in some of my actions
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Get your hands up
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[Hook]
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Hands Up
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Lecrae |