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zuò cí : KRS One |
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Uhh, they don' t wanna battle |
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They ain' t ready for the battle, uhuh, uhuh temple of hiphop |
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Listen, listen, listen |
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Your spirit ain' t ready, your church ain' t ready |
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Your bishop ain' t ready, your deacons ain' t ready |
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Your choir ain' t ready, your ushers ain' t ready |
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At the temple of hiphop we teach many |
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Your spirit ain' t ready, your church ain' t ready |
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Your bishop ain' t ready, your deacons ain' t ready |
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Your choir ain' t ready, your ushers ain' t ready |
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At the temple of hiphop we teach many |
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Look, to all my people hurtin', all my people searchin' |
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What we know for sure, |
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God is always workin' |
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Workin' while you flirtin', workin' while you jerkin' |
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Workin' while the world is turnin' and these cities burnin' |
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God is always workin', workin' while you learnin' |
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Workin' while you ignorant and when you' re not concernin' |
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Christ consciousness, get that, got that |
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Spit that, rock that, hip that, hop that |
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You sniff that? |
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Stop that, |
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I give back and got back |
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Greedy? I' m not that, you needy for that shock rap |
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Slangin' on the block rap, duckin' where the cops at |
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I don' t know that, but |
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Jesus done copped that |
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Not that man on the cross, it ain' t like that |
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You must act like the son of |
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God, that' s where the lights at |
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Stop readin' only and start bein' show me |
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Like the resurrection |
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I' ll be back, they can' t hold me |
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The spirit ain' t ready, the church ain' t ready |
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The bishop ain' t ready, the deacons ain' t ready |
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The choir ain' t ready, the ushers ain' t ready |
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At the temple of hiphop we teach many |
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The spirit ain' t ready, the church ain' t ready |
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The bishop ain' t ready, the deacons ain' t ready |
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The choir ain' t ready, the ushers ain' t ready |
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At the temple of hiphop we teach many |
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One thing' s for sure and believe it hurt |
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It' s when the pastor ain' t sure, and deceives the church |
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They don' t know |
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God' s law, and can' t see |
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God at work |
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So when they see hiphop, they push it to the back of the church |
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Like fig trees or figures they don' t bear fruit |
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They gospel artists, still tryin' to chase that loot |
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Hear the truth now, |
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I come to enhance the light |
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They women of |
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God, singin' while they pants is tight? |
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They not hot, really they, regular |
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They clothes they flows, all that, secular |
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What' s the difference |
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I could stay in the world and wild |
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If these church girls wear more makeup than destiny' s child |
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Keep it real christian, some of y' all liftin' ain' t likin' |
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But this is the difference between a christian and a christian |
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Stop readin' only and start bein show me |
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Like the resurrection |
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I' ll be back, they can' t hold me |
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Listen, listen, listen |
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Your spirit ain' t ready, your church ain' t ready |
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Your bishop ain' t ready, your deacons ain' t ready |
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Your choir ain' t ready, your ushers ain' t ready |
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At the temple of hiphop we teach many |
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Your spirit ain' t ready, your church ain' t ready |
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Your bishop ain' t ready, your deacons ain' t ready |
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Your choir ain' t ready, your ushers ain' t ready |
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At the temple of hiphop we teach many |
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Look, spiritual minded, you must find it |
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Find your spirit and go deep inside it |
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This goes out to the christians listenin' |
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This is the flow that, gospel' s missin' it' s |
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Urban inspirational rap |
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We got our own section in the record stores, in our own rack |
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We respect tradition, from the start |
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But we now know, the true word of |
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God is written in our heart |
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We gotta say somethin' to the streets kid |
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All these churches surroundin' the |
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Devil still ain' t defeat it? |
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They the type to get down, |
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I' m the type to get up |
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From criminal to spiritual minded, now raise your head up |
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Let me start, these rappers ain' t got |
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God in they heart |
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All they want is quick money, and a movie part |
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Let me begin' what, where, why or when |
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What' s the use of double platinum if you' re livin' in sin |
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Hear the truth how long you think you gonna last |
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Rockin' the mic, without havin' to go back to class? |
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Now you' re forced, to listen to the teacher outrap them |
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Yes there' s life after platinum |