MC's: God gave us a Made our lips so you can say that He made us to B-boys, B-girls: we flip and spin But for the One who made a trip to put a on sin Graf We use our markers and spray To the glory of the God that can save Go DJ's: Every of the plates is like a touch of His grace One] I've got a riddle- went from little to larger than you thought Adults and youth support it- it started in New York Mostly Black and Hispanic, but now in Iraq and it's In Japan in fact it inhabits the Man this thing has expanded- from wild entertainment To a culture that molds ya, with a style and a language Now this thing is no stranger it's mainstream, the disc jock The rapper, graffiti artist, the it's Hip-Hop! Yes- the leading of why popular music flip flopped Odd but it's it's now toppin' the charts along with rock It's properly known as a street Local to global who peep the economics find If you're for a treasure hip hop is the right soil It was but now it's found like when you strike oil But boast in it, like it's the ultimate Ultimately nothin' is the till God gets hold of it MC's: God gave us a our lips so you can say that He made us to spit B-boys, Yeah we flip and spin But for the One who made a to put a flip on sin Graf artist: We use our and spray To display the glory of the God that can Go DJ's: Every touch of the plates is like a touch of His Two] Note the power of the culture- it seems to get It's ghetto-made and able to push its ghetto ways It used to be on the low just like Now instead it's on the cutting edge a set of blades place has been set ablaze; every race has embraced I no longer get amazed when their getting get a hold of this golden goose It'll get of you And expose you to things that will oppose the truth It'll you thinking you fly, cause of the things that you buy But you die, you'll obtain them new eyes And see for all the you got you traded the truth Like Esau who had a he traded for soup I'm no hater it's true, I know you God can get a thanks So you think that you're connected Harvard and brains But God's on to the game, he wants more than a song His name A long studded chain- a picture of His Son in a MC's: God us a gift our lips so you can say that He made us to spit B-boys, B-girls: Yeah we flip and But for the One who a trip to put a flip on sin Graf artist: We use our markers and To display the glory of the God can save Go Every touch of the plates is like a touch of His grace [Verse You know I'm theocratic- that's an of His rule Emphatic 'cause I'm a addict by I'm in His school To learn so I can discern what to and what's approved To be fit and equipped in case God up this tool 'Cause my whole thesis is: Hip-Hop no Jesus is Like a Roscoe's with no chicken or neither But now a that knows Jesus Has a shot to save a lot from the that's blazin' hot with no breezes When bows since Hip-Hop vows To use every hip-hop style for the hip-hop We can see world missions to Hip-Hop the world listens Listen, I'm not we're makin' the world Christians I'm settin' the aim to see everything with breath reppin' and spreading His fame Catch us blessin' His name cause for our debt He was His blood's a token of love; start catchin' His train MC's: God gave us a Made our so you can say that He made us to spit B-boys, B-girls: we flip and spin But for the One who made a to put a flip on sin artist: We use our markers and spray To display the of the God that can save Go Every touch of the plates is like a touch of His grace