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      Trip Lee

      Album: 20 20

      Trip Lee - Hip Hop Música y Letra, MP3 GRATIS

      [Verse 1:]
      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
      
      [Hook:]
      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
      
      [Verse 2:]
      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
      
      [Hook]
      
      [Verse 3:]
      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

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