[Intro:]
I've never really had a religious experience, in a 
religious place. Closest I've ever come to seeing or 
feeling God is listening to rap music. Rap music is my 
religion. Amen
[Verse 1:]
What I say might save a life, what I speak might save 
the street
I ain't got no instruments, but I got my hands and feet
Hands gone clap and feet gone tap, El-P beats to make 
that snap
And I ride them with my raps, and they all tight as my 
naps
And my naps is all I got, and this beautiful ebony skin
And the music in my heart, and the words put in the 
wind
And the words put in the wind, coming back like a 
boomerang
When I take this microphone, point it at the crowd, 
they start to sing
[Hook: x2]
This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is 
gospel
This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal
This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit
What my people need and the opposite of bullshit
[Verse 2:]
It's that Robert Johnson, that Muddy Waters, that James 
Brown, Augusta, GA
That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder, that Mayfield, 
that Superfly
That Willie Hutch and that Mack, it's that blues man, 
that soul man
That OutKast, that Southernplayalisticadillac
It's that Jimi Hendrix, that George Clinton, I feel it 
in my bones
Aretha Franklin, that Shirley Caesar, that Miss Nina 
Simone
That Sade, that Love is King, that Coltrane, that Love 
Supreme
That Miles Davis, that Bitches Brew, that "beeeyatch" 
said by Playboy Too
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3:]
I got things to do, before I meet that glory in the sky
And my baby girl b-day be six months away, she gonna be 
five
So I pray to the lord he spare me, and I make it by and 
by
And I help souls stay out of Hell with what I testify
And maybe when I grab the microphone and never lie
That'll merit that he spare me, I won't have to feel 
that fire
So Killa Kill gonna spit that real on each and every 
song
And each and every poem, until the good lord call me 
home, gone!
[Hook]