[Bridge]

Gotta let 'em know

Gotta let 'em know 'bout the Name

Gotta let 'em know

Gotta let 'em know 'bout the game

[Repeat Bridge]



[Verse One]

Lord, the world thinks you've left the streets

And you ain't the kind of guy

That would bless the beats

And because you ain't busting heat

That you can't 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 what's all up

In a mix like a recipe

They can't possibly think that

You paid your dues

When you ran the streets

Of old Jeruz

You wasn't 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 hip-hop modern day recruits

And just like Jews and Gafilta Fish

Ain't 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

It's in the fitted's and black Gibuard's

Here's 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"



[Hook]

Who's mic is this?

I'm in it, but I I ain't of it

I live it, but I don't love it

Who's life is this?

I admit it

I ain't above it

I gotta get it

But I don't covet

Who's world is this?

It's dated

Many love it

I hate it

But I don't judge it

Who's world is this?

Not to conform

Who's life is this?

Here to transform

Who's mic is this?

Flavor, not norm

Salt and light, among the night

Word bond!



[Verse Two]

That's right word bond

I'm trying to Kingdom work like I got a third arm

Most hip-hop 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 Hip-Hop for certain

Don't front, this culture needs a clear display

A clearer way, somebody make it clear today

It's hard to look on my outward to peep my in

That's like trying to see my heart beat inside my skin

But if you know hip-hop courses inside my veins

Know all [of] hip-hop's blood types ain't the same

I'm transfused witht eh Blood of an ancient King

He paid dues, and now I can't help but bling

But not ice, ain't talking about a life of crime

My whole crew don't know nothing but a life of rhyme

It ain't strange, new birth done met the knock

It done changed, the church done met the block

It's 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, ain't no time ot blackout dude

You gotta put in a hold and make it tap out, oooooo

'Cause to God, hip-hop got to bow and blush

We dont' live for hip-hop, hip-hop lives for us



[Bridge x2]



[Verse Three]

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

That's why I gotta lace the flow

'Til men holla [for] "Christ"

Like Japan hollas "Ichiro!"

Men gotta need like Pizza dough

We pull we stretch, but do we ever really reach them, though?

I don't mean no harm, but I'll 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, cuase this is a long debate

Neither side wants to prolong the hate

They say we reach the church and they reach the streets

But can't find an in or out of season to preach

And there's 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 don't believe and I'll catch the heat

But we'll take the lash, word bond

But they'd be surpised if they know who was ringng the horn

But ain't no beef, 'cause we all still fam

I'm 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