Lecrae - You Know (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Bizzle] Uh Oh! Yeah! They been waiting a long time for this one Crae, let's get 'em! Yeah! Go! [Hook: Bizzle] They sayin hip-hop's dead, let it die This the birth of truth music, the d**h of lies God over money, I rap 24/7 boy act like (you know, you know) Call nine uno uno, then get them boys new clothes The game gotta change homie (you know, you know, you know) So act like (you know, you know, you know) So act like (you know, you know) [Verse 1: Bizzle] Gimme a minute, I'll spit you this lyrical polygraph Say you ain't a Christian so you don't listen to godly rap Only problem I got with that Is you ain't ever bust your pistol or cut a brick but you filling your iPod with that Copy that? Your logic is not intact So miss me with all of that talk, I done ripped on the hardest cats So ready or not I am a messenger, they call me a heavenly rapper for God Whether they're feelin' a cop, I'll give you the business Quicker than a helicopter, pa-pelican chop k**in' that crack they sell on the block Saying they made it, peddlin' rock Look at they grades, think they in college But never sayin' that anything wrong I been to prison, but not for crimes You went for tickets, and stopped the line I go to talk to folk all the time that really did what you talk in all your rhymes And Imma keep it one hunned, Hip hop got me sick to my stomach Heard y'all mockin' God so don't find it odd When I'm hoppin' out like Bugs Bunny And Some will say "That ain't real hip hop," Others say "Man it is hip hop," If you gonna let Satan k** hip hop to save hip hop, then k** hip hop Gone! [Hook] [Verse 2: Lecrae] Now they tell me "All I talk about is God Whole flow soundin' like an ad lib from Big Sean" All I hear on radio, the same song, same sound Guess we ain't pay enough to hear our music in your town, well You ain't gotta play my song, I ain't finna pay for spins Plus that DJ say that he ain't have a say in it So what you sayin' then? Oh it's the program director Imma put my fans on his head and tell 'em to spin these records And I understand why you may not wanna play this in club Cause the truth in this don't go well with what you tryna bump DJ, if you could, (record scratch sound) scratch and thug Us in your playlist we would sho' appreciate the love It's God Over Money, Unashamed, till we dead and gone And you know, I had to jump on Bizzle song Yeah you know, I had to jump on Bizzle song Yeah, God Over Money baby, let's go! [Hook] [Verse 3: Bizzle] They like Bizzle why you tryin' a tear a black man down? Who you think controllin' how that black man sound? Like, they'll never listen if we tell them k** each other But if one'll poison a milli I bet they fill each other Just overlook the doctors and the lawyers of they people Then take all they criminals and put them in the lead role Turn the drug dealer from the villain to the hero We don't keep em down we just keep em anger thief flow Do promote s**, but don't promote commitment Have them burning in the hood like a locomotive engine Tell the boys women ain't nothing, but hoes and tricks, then Let the women raise them alone, they will never listen Promote sinnin' as a better way of living Til they so in love with it they'll go against their religion You take away Christ then you take away hope Got a deal, here's a Bentley for your soul. Who wanna roll? [Hook]