The Cross Movement - When I Flow... (It's Gospel) lyrics

[Verse 1] Back to the lab again, young lads getting bad with the pad and pen Holy Culture, a fabulous fabric blend, God's people got fashion sense That'll take it pa** your trends and get pa**ionate With pa**ages from the text while we pa**ing it Though we not highly paid to perform That don't stop us from stepping on stages galore You can take away the stage and the studio booth Pull the label exec's and the loot they recoup That don't change what we slang we not your usual group We only jump for the Lord, so we don't jump through the hoops I see the culture's distress, I got a lot to express It's just some things I had to get off my chest But it's time to release the pressure, decrease the flesh cuz Jesus, He seeks to bless us Drop j**els see deep like treasure men seek the lesser But Christians we seek His Pleasure [Hook: The Tonic & Phanatik] When you see that this life is more than ice and rims and you ready to go You can't hide that pride deep down inside, playboy you ready to know If ya hot with the proof and you got hte juice of Son, then ya ready to ride But are you ready to do in the name of truth what the world might do for a lie Rock shows with the Gospel (Gospel) Long as I got breath in my nostrils (Gospel) When I flow it's Gospel (Gospel) Cross Movement and Rock Soul (We rock souls) [Verse 2] Oh no, the CM's back, yeah, we're intact Was in the cut but the "C" ain't slack God was adding to what CM lacked Now it's like Phil Jack and '02 Kobe and Shaq The whole crew wanted true G-O-D in rap We've gotta view that's a minority like being black But we've agreed to feed and lead the packs Hip hop's the key it's like some cheese to rats And they come if your beats are raw Cause the streets are raw, but all fall when they meet the Law Cause they meet their flaws and see defeat when they meet the Boss And that's terror like a beach with Jaws Yo, God's got beef galore Cause you tell Peace, "Get lost," plust play Easter soft So peep the cross and weep no more All rise, recognize that you need the Lord, boy Who would've though that a lost crook would get Brought to the point where the cross looked good [Hook] [Verse 3] Where's the buzz Better yet, where's the love Seems like, what we got wrecks the clubs There's no hugs, probably cuase there's no d** And no mansion that's housing thugs Here's the thing, it's an enigma things Sometimes it feels like a Q-dog at a sigma thing We don't try to jig the thing Cause one day we gonna reign in the same chains that the stigma brings Christ Supreme, all that means is: Christ Rules Everything Around Me: C.R.E.A.M.! If He's the King, and you don't let Him do His thing That's Golum's fellowship with the ring Pain and strife, is how this world pays the price Lust of the flesh, just of the eyes, pride of life That's why we gotta get it right Ain't nobody got it right If you think so, Satan's pulling off a heist But when dealing with the Christ {You} gotta be real, not fake like a Poltergeist [Hook]