The Cross Movement - In Not Of lyrics

(Bridge) Gotta let 'em know Gotta let 'em know 'bout the Name Gotta let 'em know Gotta let 'em know 'bout the game (Repeat Bridge) (Verse One) Lord, the world thinks you've left the streets And you ain't the kind of guy That would bless the beats And because you ain't busting heat That you can't relate to being tempted To grind to eat To flip a little ecstasy Just playing roll for your seed Like a sesame Or the meaning of Thug Destiny Or to know what's all up In a mix like a recipe They can't possibly think that You paid your dues When you ran the streets Of old Jeruz You wasn't the Don with the God Father nod But visible Father God and you ran your squad And now you run inside of cats With backward hats and boots Evangelical hip-hop modern day recruits And just like Jews and Gafilta Fish Ain't too many dudes that are built for this We grind for souls Forget what the liar told You give throwback jersey for choir robes Sunday Clothes? If you catch us in the pulpit It's in the fitted's and black Gibuard's Here's the goals Take the risk, light the coals Bring the heat, flex the gift Break the molds Recruit, enlist Fulfill the Great Commish. And like L.J. said "We trying to Rock the Souls" (Hook) Who's mic is this? I'm in it, but I I ain't of it I live it, but I don't love it Who's life is this? I admit it I ain't above it I gotta get it But I don't covet Who's world is this? It's dated Many love it I hate it But I don't judge it Who's world is this? Not to conform Who's life is this? Here to transform Who's mic is this? Flavor, not norm Salt and light, among the night Word bond! (Verse Two) That's right word bond I'm trying to Kingdom work like I got a third arm Most hip-hop needs stimulant turn on, Yak or Bourbon But not these words from the street that turn Psalm Brooklyn to Guam, we "Ring thee Alarm!" Watch God get His in Hip-Hop for certain Don't front, this culture needs a clear display A clearer way, somebody make it clear today It's hard to look on my outward to peep my in That's like trying to see my heart beat inside my skin But if you know hip-hop courses inside my veins Know all (of) hip-hop's blood types ain't the same I'm transfused witht eh Blood of an ancient King He paid dues, and now I can't help but bling But not ice, ain't talking about a life of crime My whole crew don't know nothing but a life of rhyme It ain't strange, new birth done met the knock It done changed, the church done met the block It's so plain, the God of the Israelites Got a pain in His heart for the dismal types He aint' concerned about your plaits and your tiny roots He even thinks you kinda fly with your shiny tooth He left us in the world and said mix it up But with a righteous kind of flow that picks it up Before Satan can 666 it up He gone bust through the sky and fix it up But 'til then, let this culture make us proud But only to the point where it starts acting foul And if it does, ain't no time ot blackout dude You gotta put in a hold and make it tap out, oooooo 'Cause to God, hip-hop got to bow and blush We dont' live for hip-hop, hip-hop lives for us (Repeat Bridge x2) (Verse Three) To each his own But none will ever come unseat the throne Salt penetrates from meat to bone We tryinna to reach the pain Bring the peace, 'til they say "Preach it, homes!" "Teach it, man!" Keep your dough 'Cause this is strictly on a need to know Yo, everybody need to know That's why I gotta lace the flow 'Til men holla (for) "Christ" Like Japan hollas "Ichiro!" Men gotta need like Pizza dough We pull we stretch, but do we ever really reach them, though? I don't mean no harm, but I'll bet the farm Some put the weight of the mission on sk** and charm And they get iller than all, their k**ing evolves But with no alarm, CM will remain calm Lord, how long the wait, cuase this is a long debate Neither side wants to prolong the hate They say we reach the church and they reach the streets But can't find an in or out of season to preach And there's only two, but you kept the charge the same The harvest is ready, but the workers lame I say we reach the church and we reach the streets And some don't believe and I'll catch the heat But we'll take the lash, word bond But they'd be surpised if they know who was ringng the horn But ain't no beef, 'cause we all still fam I'm gonna shut my teeth and not give the enemy a chance But just know this, this our only main stance Trust the wisdom of God and not the stratz of man