[Bridge] Gotta let em know Gotta let em know bout the Name Gotta let em know Gotta let em know bout the game [Verse 1] Lord, the world thinks youve left the streets And you aint the kind of guy That would bless the beats And because you aint busting heat That you cant relate to being tempted To grind to eat To flip a little ecstasy Just playing roll for your seed Like a sesame Or the meaning of Thug Destiny Or to know whats all up In a mix like a recipe They cant possibly think that You paid your dues When you ran the streets Of old Jeruz You wasnt the Don with the God Father nod But visible Father God and you ran your squad And now you run inside of cats With backward hats and boots Evangelical hiphop modern day recruits And just like Jews and Gafilta Fish Aint too many dudes that are built for this We grind for souls Forget what the liar told You give throwback jersey for choir robes Sunday Clothes? If you catch us in the pulpit Its in the fitteds and black Gibuards Heres the goals Take the risk, light the coals Bring the heat, flex the gift Break the molds Recruit, enlist Fulfill the Great Commish And like L.J. said We trying to Rock the Souls [Chorus] Whos mic is this? Im in it, but I I aint of it I live it, but I dont love it Whos life is this? I admit it I aint above it I gotta get it But I dont covet Whos world is this? Its dated Many love it I hate it But I dont judge it Whos world is this? Not to conform Whos life is this? Here to transform Whos mic is this? Flavor, not norm Salt and light, among the night Word bond! [Verse 2] Thats right word bond Im trying to Kingdom work like I got a third arm Most hiphop needs stimulant turn on, Yak or Bourbon But not these words from the street that turn Psalm Brooklyn to Guam, we Ring thee Alarm! Watch God get His in HipHop for certain Dont front, this culture needs a clear display A clearer way, somebody make it clear today Its hard to look on my outward to peep my in Thats like trying to see my heart beat inside my skin But if you know hiphop courses inside my veins Know all Hiphops blood types aint the same Im transfused with the Blood of an ancient King He paid dues, and now I cant help but bling But not ice, aint talking about a life of crime My whole crew dont know nothing but a life of rhyme It aint strange, new birth done met the knock It done changed, the church done met the block Its so plain, the God of the Israelites Got a pain in His heart for the dismal types He aint concerned about your plaits and your tiny roots He even thinks you kinda fly with your shiny tooth He left us in the world and said mix it up But with a righteous kind of flow that picks it up Before Satan can 666 it up He gone bust through the sky and fix it up But til then, let this culture make us proud But only to the point where it starts acting foul And if it does, aint no time to blackout dude You gotta put in a hold and make it tap out, oooooo Cause to God, hiphop got to bow and blush We dont live for hiphop, hiphop lives for us [Bridge] Gotta let em know Gotta let em know bout the Name Gotta let em know Gotta let em know bout the game [Verse 3] To each his own But none will ever come unseat the throne Salt penetrates from meat to bone We tryinna to reach the pain Bring the peace, til they say Preach it, homes! Teach it, man! Keep your dough Cause this is strictly on a need to know Yo, everybody need to know Thats why I gotta lace the flow Til men holla Christ Like Japan hollas Ichiro! Men gotta need like Pizza dough We pull we stretch, but do we ever really reach them, though? I dont mean no harm, but Ill bet the farm Some put the weight of the mission on skill and charm And they get iller than all, their killing evolves But with no alarm, CM will remain calm Lord, how long the wait, cause this is a long debate Neither side wants to prolong the hate They say we reach the church and they reach the streets But cant find an in or out of season to preach And theres only two, but you kept the charge the same The harvest is ready, but the workers lame I say we reach the church and we reach the streets And some dont believe and Ill catch the heat But well take the lash, word bond But theyd be surprised if they know who was ringing the horn But aint no beef, cause we all still fam Im gonna shut my teeth and not give the enemy a chance But just know this, this our only main stance Trust the wisdom of God and not the stratz of man [Chorus] Whos mic is this? Im in it, but I I aint of it I live it, but I dont love it Whos life is this? I admit it I aint above it I gotta get it But I dont covet Whos world is this? Its dated Many love it I hate it But I dont judge it Whos world is this? Not to conform Whos life is this? Here to transform Whos mic is this? Flavor, not norm Salt and light, among the night Word bond!
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