Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unashamed, artist - Lecrae. Album song After the Music Stops, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.10.2006
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Unashamed |
A yo man let that beat drop on em Yea, oh you know I’m liking that right there |
Wats good yall |
It’s yo boy Lecrae |
Some call me crezy |
I’m here with my 116 clique representing to you |
We just want to put it down for the Lord Jesus Christ |
City to city and state to state, we keep running into more 116 clique members |
People who are unashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ |
Let me tell you where we’re from dog? |
New Jerusalem, that’s my home |
Let me put it in a song, so you’ll never get it wrong |
No shame in the message, that’s the reason I live (reason I live) |
Christ up in every song, He’s the reason I’m here |
All they rhyme about is guns, money, sex and drugs |
Eighty percent of these dudes is fictional thugs |
We don’t kill nobody, we don’t rob no stores |
We don’t trap, we aint strapped, we don’t smoke that dro |
We aint pimpin, we aint trippin, if we tippin on some fours |
den youll probaly hear dat Jesus music comin out our doors (comin out our doors) |
we aint ashamed, you can call us lame, |
but everybody gotta die and stand in front of the King |
We unashamed, unashamed |
Unashamed, unashamed |
Unashamed, unashamed |
Unashamed, unashamed |
Unashamed, unashamed |
Unashamed, we unashamed |
Unashamed, unashamed |
Unashamed, unashamed |
We unashamed |
Watch this so you can really know what time it is God is resurrected and I’m here to glorify Him |
Ma Jesus, Jesus, ma Jesus might make a great tune |
But we gotta lead em dipset to the weight room |
I gotta date soon, but it aint soon enough |
Father keep pruning us, cause its proven we known for screwing up I cant front cause the pressure is still thick |
And when sin in looks like the pressure, I’m havin to turn quick |
A sin sick, so merk it like John Owen |
You know when Jesus the Christ you can pay him, but still owe him |
We shoulda died and been buried for our wrong actions |
Instead Christ died and carried them on his own back (What?) |
This is a known fact, but some say that its fiction |
This is our lifestyle, no its not a religion |
See I survived death back in 2002, |
And religion is not at all what got your boy through |
Yea your boy crayola, I don’t do payola |
No floors full of baking soda, just Jehovah |
I get played to the left more than I get paid to write |
So I aint worried about eating dog, tryin to display the fight |
You see me on the block, the ava void in the land |
We look the same, but we different |
We bring God to this thang |
While being vocal by the Lord and not a piece on chain |
But don’t get it twisted, its reasons these boys unashamed |
How bout 'lashes of beatings, they laughing and teasing |
These blasphemous heathens reject the passion of Jesus |
He fasted from speaking even with nails bashed in His feat, and the cross, |
He gasping and wheezing, His lungs collect as He’s breathing |
The chief priest stone in the court of this chief |
My Prince of Peace minus the pipe who bought my grief so no more chiefin |
But like the rims that hit the curb (curb) we call em shoulder blades |
We got out crosses on our back like our shoulder blade |
This is death and resurrection that turned about my direction |
Stepping toward perfection had nothing to do with me (do with me) |
But the gospel is the power and power been men to pow out |
We powed in the pavement takin the message to the streets |