Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hip Hop, artist - Trip Lee. Album song 20/20, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.05.2008
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Hip Hop |
Look, For me its about more than spitting silly gritty rhymes |
Hitting blocks, or getting shot fifty times |
God’s about His glory, so I can’t be about getting mines |
By saying I committed crimes, just lying to get my shine |
What a tragedy, that that’s become the blueprint |
Spitting bout they renegades, getting weight and move bricks |
All trying to make dollars and new cents, what a nuisance |
They call them true, but I’m call them flu- cause these dudes sick |
And they contagious, each time that they throwing up |
Flows that’s more than overstuffed with motives of them blowing up |
Hoping to get dough, hoping the right doors will open up |
They focused on it so, they mouths run like motors bruh |
But get a load of us, we flow with focus up |
On Jehovah, we soldiers, hoping that folks will notice us |
But with intentions of pointing them to great Lord |
That’s the reason why we make noise, and represent with great joy |
Yeah we came to spit, not for chains and chicks |
But for the King of Kings we praise His name with this |
And it’s just one of many ways, nah we ain’t slaves to this |
(We don’t live hip hop, hip hop lives for us) |
Turn on the radio, man I heard it a million times |
They live it up, and fill they cup they feeling fine |
They fond of killing, and be chilling with a million dimes |
It’s crazy can’t see, but they think they vision’s fine |
And if they ain’t blind then I’m crazy and dumb |
And they must just got they shades on, cause they can’t see the Son |
But He gave us sight, made us light, the change has begun |
From a life that’s fast we got to dash like Stacy we done |
With spitting bout the norm, homie yeah we had to switch it up The old- We had |
to give it up to Christ, and started giving up |
A life that messed our witness up, the mic- Only for lifting up |
Christ who let them pin Him up, light of the world this is us |
Now me and Phish, we be in this and use the music |
His beats is sick, and me I spit, we use these tunes to |
Give you truth, I spit in booths, I hope you tuned in |
Cause this is truth, we living proof, of Jesus moving |
As you listen, I hope that you don’t think this mission’s mine |
This joints for Him, I just point to Him and get behind |
I hope it’s so hot, your jaw drops and you hit rewind |
But the message is reason I’d be grieved if you missed a line |
Yeah we love hip hop, and we part of the culture |
But we ain’t just trying to give props, or get it lots of exposure |
All things only exist so they give props to Jehovah |
Even this, don’t be behind the times like big clocks that slowed up |
Hold up, homie I ain’t just trying to make the crowd move |
I found truth, and now I’m trying to pass it to the sound dudes |
Around me, around you, and to try to make it sound cool |
I keep my ear to the streets like my face was on the ground too |
We keep it loud too, cause even these music forms |
Are only for His name man, hey that’s why we use it for Him |
And some cats will hate though they can’t deny the beat is hot |
We OutKast but we still putting Christ inside your Speakerbox |