Trip Lee - Hip Hop (Bonus Track) lyrics

For me its about more than spitting silly gritty rhymes Hitting blocks, or getting shot fifty times God's about His glory, so I can't be about getting mines By saying I committed crimes, just lying to get my shine What a tragedy, that that's become the blueprint Spitting bout they renegades, getting weight and move bricks All trying to make dollars and new cents, what a nuisance They call them true, but I'm call them flu- 'cause these dudes sick And they contagious, each time that they throwing up Flows that's more than overstuffed with motives of them blowing up Hoping to get dough, hoping the right doors will open up They focused on it so, they mouths run like motors bruh But get a load of us, we flow with focus up On Jehovah, we soldiers, hoping that folks will notice us But with intentions of pointing them to great Lord That's the reason why we make noise, and represent with great joy Hook: Yeah we came to spit, not for chains and chicks But for the King of Kings we praise His name with this And it's just one of many ways, nah we ain't slaves to this Turn on the radio, man I heard it a million times They live it up, and fill they cup they feeling fine They fond of k**ing, and be chilling with a million dimes It's crazy can't see, but they think they vision's fine And if they ain't blind then I'm crazy and dumb And they must just got they shades on, 'cause they can't see the Son But He gave us sight, made us light, the change has begun From a life that's fast we got to dash like Stacy we done With spitting bout the norm, homie yeah we had to switch it up
The old- We had to give it up to Christ, and started giving up A life that messed our witness up, the mic- Only for lifting up Christ who let them pin Him up, light of the world this is us Now me and Phish, we be in this and use the music His beats is sick, and me I spit, we use these tunes to Give you truth, I spit in booths, I hope you tuned in Cause this is truth, we living proof, of Jesus moving Yeah we came to spit, not for chains and chicks But for the King of Kings we praise His name with this And it's just one of many ways, nah we ain't slaves to this As you listen, I hope that you don't think this mission's mine This joints for Him, I just point to Him and get behind I hope it's so hot, your jaw drops and you hit rewind But the message is reason I'd be grieved if you missed a line Yeah we love hip hop, and we part of the culture But we ain't just trying to give props, or get it lots of exposure All things only exist so they give props to Jehovah Even this, don't be behind the times like big clocks that slowed up Hold up, homie I ain't just trying to make the crowd move I found truth, and now I'm trying to pa** it to the sound dudes Around me, around you, and to try to make it sound cool I keep my ear to the streets like my face was on the ground too We keep it loud too, cause even these music forms Are only for His name man, hey that's why we use it for Him And some cats will hate though they can't deny the beat is hot We "outkast" but we still putting Christ inside your speakerbox