[Verse One]

How do you like your Hip-hop music

Some like it holy, some like it polluted

Some like a crew like The Movement

In tune with the blueprint of Heaven consumed with Life

Hip-hop on a higher level

Hip-hop is not evil, Hip-hop was not created by the Devil

It's just like every other music form

Your soul's been searching for one since you've been born

Looking for something to express

That rhythmic pattern bumpin' in your chest

And it just so happens that these cats rappin'

Have tapped into a key of life, and it strikes for so many people

In so many regions, rap is the way to reach 'em

Nothing is equal, it's as classic as classical

And probably more spiritual than most of the spirituals that you know

That's not just cause I do it

Nope, not just cause it's my music

Nope, but that is how I use it so

I just thought that you should know

I love what it was and what it's become

Musically but between you and me I hate what it's done

How it's run and how the songs of every singer

Sound like sound tracks to match shows of Jerry Springer

We live to it, look at what we did to it

Or what it did to us this is not just music

It's not kid music, these are grown men

On the microphone who like to condone their own sin

For us it's holy ground, Hip-hop is holy now

Long as I got the microphone I'm a hold it down

But when I pass the mic back it's back to you know what

But we don't recommend you listen I mean you know us



[Chorus]

It aint nothing like Hip-hop music

It aint nothing like, it aint nothing like

It aint nothing like Hip-hop music

It's not wrong or right it's how you use it fam



[Verse Two]

Don't let these radio programs through

All they want to do is program you

Hip-hop to the slow jams too

Trying to turn young cats into macks

While keeping our shorties on there backs

Giving it up, all in the name of living it up

Living large off of charge cards with limited bucks

In your pocket, riding with sin like a sidekick

That don't make sense, check the logic

Today's top topics are topless cars and chicks

That's easy, but rhymes are hard to kick

Even if I'm not one of your favorite artists

I'll still set this joint a ablaze like a arsonist

Hip-hop is our and it's a mirror of our hearts

And this is harsh but listen our appearance is marred

If you don't like what you see in the Hip-hop glass

Know the future is a present from the Hip-hop past

And if you don't like the gift it's giving

Than don't rip the ribbon and tip your glass as if this is living

Demand more, let them know you won't stand for it

We gonna have to change if there's no fans for it

This could be holy ground, Hip-hop is holy now

Long as I got the microphone I'm a hold it down

But when I pass the mic back it's back to you know what

But we don't recommend you listen I mean you know us



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

First you buy the CD, then you buy into

What they saying ain't you tired of them lying to you

It's like false advertisement

They show you guys with whips and chicks but have you ever tried it

You never find love in a one night stand

That's like trying to use a flash light for sunlight tans but

It's not enough light

You probably cried nuff nights with the pain inside bottled up tight

But we, come to release the pressure and weight

Of sin and pull you out like measuring tape

You can, move your body like a snake if you wanna

Then turn around be hollering rape in the corner

I'm not hating on ya, I'm showing love

The kind of love to get you aint gotta go to the club and young

Brothers you aint gotta grow to be thugs rolling on dubbs

What I'm saying is totally bugged

I know this because unless I say I'm holding a snub

Going to pop slugs at homie you don't even budge but

It aint even gotta be like that

I spit life on the mic Christ set me free like that

But, this is holy ground, Hip-hop is holy now

Long as I got the microphone I'm a hold it down

But when I pass the mic back it's back to you know what

But we don't recommend you listen I mean you know us