Trip Lee - Hip Hop lyrics

rate me

<i>[Verse 1:]</i>

For me it's 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

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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

<i>[Verse 2:]</i>

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

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<i>[Verse 3:]</i>

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