[Hook]   We goin' get you op... we goin' get you open      Ready or not I gotta tell you from the top it's on   Christ is God, for Him I've got to rock this joint   I was born around the same time Hip-Hop was formed   Vacant lots were swarmed, kids from the block performed   Soon cocky's norm   Rappers and cocky form   Went together like college and sloppy dorms   But the flows were butter like poppin' corn   And the shows would get you hyped like Rocky horns   Some couldn't understand why Poppy warned   "Stay away" till the day when rappers like Biggie and Pac were gone   But prior Christ came and got me on   Taught me not to trust in the biological clock we're on   We're in the age where the caps are peeled   Even in school young guns'll have you runnin' like track and field   And life after the casket's real   And since that's the deal   His word gets spilled when I grasp the steel   Forget mass appeal my heavenly Dad can deal   With making His word something that all cats can feel   I'll let grace talk 'cause grace stalks the stray hearts   She's got something in store that's super like K-Marts      [Hook]      Do you see what I see?   Hip-Hop is a drug and it's got the city plugged like an IV   Gotta give it up—it's the voice of the streets   It doesn't take much—just a voice and a beat   You can keep a crowd hyper   Control the souls of a whole generation kind of like a modern Pied Piper   Face it; today ya favorite rapper's the icon   That's gotta hold on you like the wrap of a python   Lights on—Christ is the hype jawn   For Him I've gotta get my write on   So whether in the streets or in the booth   I'm a get at you, and I'm a prove you don't need the gin and juice   Mommie you don't gotta—DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT   And if you do it 'cause you wanna—STOP IT LIKE IT'S NOT   Son if you like the gangsta mind... think of where them gangstas wind      [Hook]      Nix your smarts   I know one who tricks the smart   Slick's his art; his canvas is your wicked heart   You're in a spiritual fog and it's thick and dark   And like a spiritual frog you get picked apart   But I know One who'll fix the heart   Trust me he'll set you free like the girl from 106 and Park   So shine your light like when a wick gets sparked   And if you don't give him props then the bricks'll talk   We switched up, we switched the pitch up   The lyrical mixture is fully loaded with Scripture   But some are fancy and cute   When people can't understand   They say, "ahh you just can't handle the truth."   Nah the bad news is; while the gospel's an offense   lack of clarity and substance just adds to it   So leave out the trivial tricks   Moms and kids can both love it—kind of like the cereal Kix      [Hook]