A yo man let that beat drop
I'm liking that right there
I'm here with my 116 clique
We just want to put it down
for the Lord Jesus Christ
City to city and state to state,
we keep running into more
of the gospel of Jesus Christ
Let me tell you where we're from
[verse 1:] New Jerusalem,
so you'll never get it wrong
that's the reason I live (reason I live)
All they rhyme about is guns,
We don't trap, we aint strapped,
We aint pimpin, we aint trippin,
if we tippin on some fours
den youll probaly hear dat Jesus music
we aint ashamed, you can call us lame,
but everybody gotta die and
stand in front of the King
Watch this so you can really
ma Jesus might make a great tune
dipset to the weight room
cause its proven we known for screwing up
And when sin in looks like the pressure,
A sin sick, so merk it like John Owen
You know when Jesus the Christ you can pay him,
We shoulda died an d been
buried for our wrong actions
In stead Christ died and carried them
but some say that its fiction
This is our lifestyle, no its not a religion
See I survived death back in 2002,
And religion is not at all what
Yea your boy crayola, I don't
No floors full of baking soda,
I get played to the left more
So I aint worried about eating dog,
tryin to display the fight
We look the same, but we different
We bring God to this thang
While being vocal by the Lord
But don't get it twisted,
its reasons these boys unashamed
How bout 39 lashes of beatings,
they laughing and teasing
These blasphemous heathens
re ject the passion of Jesus
He fasted from speaking even with nails bashed in His feat,
His lungs collect as He's breathing
The chief priest stone in the
My Prince of Peace minus the pipe who
bought my grief so no more chiefin
But like the rims that hit the curb
(curb) we call em shoulder blades
We got out crosses on our back
This is death and resurrection that
turned about my direction
Stepping toward perfection had nothing
to do with me (do with me)
But the gospel is the power
and power been men to pow out
We powed in the pavement takin the