MC's: God us a gift Made our lips so you can say He made us to spit B-boys, B-girls: we flip and spin But for the One who made a trip to put a on sin To display the glory of the God that can Go DJ's: Every touch of the plates is like a of His grace
got a riddle- what 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 Iran In Japan in it inhabits the planet Man this thing has expanded- from wild entertainment To a global culture that molds ya, with a style and a Now this thing is no stranger it's mainstream, it's the disc The rapper, artist, the breaker- it's Hip-Hop! Yes- the leading cause of why music flip flopped Odd but it's true it's now toppin' the charts with rock It's properly known as a street Local to global those who peep the economics If you're looking for a treasure hip hop is the soil It was underground but now it's found like when you oil But boast in it, like it's the ultimate nothin' is the ultimate till God gets hold of it
MC's: God gave us a Made our lips so you can say He made us to spit B-boys, B-girls: Yeah we flip and But for the One who made a to put a flip on sin Graf 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
Note the power of the culture- it seems to get It's ghetto-made and it's able to push its ways It used to be on the low like get-a-way Now instead on the cutting edge like a set of blades Every has been set ablaze; every race has embraced I no longer get amazed when getting braids get a hold of this golden goose It'll get of you And expose you to things that will oppose the truth It'll have you thinking you fly, cause of the that you buy But you die, you'll obtain them new eyes And see for all the hoopla you got you the truth Like Esau who had a birthright he traded for I'm no hater it's true, I from you God can get a thanks So you think you're connected like Harvard and brains But on to the game, he wants more than a song with His name A studded chain- a picture of His Son in a frame
MC's: God us a gift Made our lips so you can say that He made us to B-boys, B-girls: Yeah we flip and But for the One who made a to put a flip on sin Graf We use our markers and spray To the glory of the God that can save Go DJ's: Every touch of the plates is a touch of His grace
You know I'm theocratic- that's an of His rule Emphatic 'cause I'm a addict by habit I'm in His To learn so I can discern what to and what's approved To be fit and in case God picks up this tool 'Cause my whole thesis is: Hip-Hop no Jesus is Like a Roscoe's with no chicken or waffles But now a that knows Jesus Has a shot to save a lot the place that's blazin' hot with no breezes hip-hop bows since Hip-Hop vows To use every hip-hop for the hip-hop crowd We can see missions 'cause to Hip-Hop the world listens Listen, I'm not insistin' we're makin' the world I'm just the aim Wantin' to see everything breath reppin' and spreading His fame Catch us blessin' His name cause for our debt He was His blood's a token of let's start catchin' His train
MC's: God us a gift our lips 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 trip to put a on sin To display the glory of the God that can Go DJ's: Every of the plates is like a touch of His grace