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 that 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   or 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 in 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 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 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 with the 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 ain’t concerned about your plaits and your tiny roots   He even thinks you kinda fly with your shinny 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 to blackout dude   You gotta put it in a hold and make it tap out, oooooo   Cause to God, hip-hop got to bow and blush   We don’t 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 skill and charm      And they get iller than all, their killing evolves   But with no alarm, CM will remain calm   Lord, how long the wait, cause 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 surprised if they knew who was ringing 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 is our only main stance   Trust the wisdom of God and not the stratz of man