In Not Of

Most hip-hop need stimulant turn-on

Yac or bourbon

But not these words from the street that turn psalm

Brooklyn the bomb, we ring the alarm

Watch God get His in hip-hop for certain

Don't front, this culture need 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 tryin to see my heartbeat inside my skin

But if you know hip-hop course inside my vein

Know all 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, I ain't talkin bout a life of crime

My whole crew don't know nothin 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 think you kinda fly with your shiny 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 6-6-6 it up

He gon' bust through the sky and fix it up

But till then, let this culture make us proud

But only to the point where it start actin foul

And if it does, ain't no time to blackout dude

You gotta put it in a hole and make it tap out

Cause to God, hip-hop gotta bow and blush

We don't live for hip-hop, hip-hop lives for us

Gotta let em know

Gotta let em know bout the Name

Gotta let em know

Gotta let em know bout the Game

Gotta let em know

Gotta let em know bout the Name

Gotta let em know

To each his own, but none will ever come unseat the throne

Salt penetrates from meat to bone

We tryin to reach the pain, bring the peace

Till 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

Till men holla Christ like Japan holla Ichiro

Men gotta knead like pizza dough

We pull, we stretch, but do we ever really reach em 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, they killin evolves

But with no alarm, see I'ma 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

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 ringin the horn

But ain't no beef, cause we all still fam

I'ma shut my teeth, not give the enemy a chance

But just know this, this is our only main stance

Trust the wisdom of God, not the strats of man

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