| Verse 1 |
Welcome to the movement the stuff that you groove wit
just bob your head it’s cooler than some cool whip
gas break dip them screens go flip
hello.. I just push the button my chip
talking on the blue tooth riding in the ride
steer wheel holding I-35 we rollin
elbows be hanging out Lecrae it be bang it out
hip you to that Jesus Music every time we hanging out
sticking to the blue print just the way he laid it out
in the church. In the streets worldwide ministry
take it to the Industry ooh I think they sick of me
when I say he’s name they get the stink face
and gerent there teeth they know I talk about
the lords of lords king of kings
and I came to play for keeps
call my peeps MOL and we ready mob
this is real ministry and we on the job |
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Bounce to the left
Bounce to the right
Throw your hands up
If your feeling alright
This is how we do it
Put some bounce into it
Bounce to the left
Bounce to the right
Let yourself go cause it’s on tonight
This is how we do it
Put some bounce into it
Just bounce with me (bounce with me)
Just bounce with me (bounce with me)
Just bounce with me (bounce with me)
Just bounce with me (bounce with me) |
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| Verse 2 |
I write that Jesus on my sneakers
sharper than some pens and needles
keep it real spit them heaters
put the boom in your speakers
up and down goes the tweeters
let it rock let pound
this the it goes down
Holy riders bring holy sound
two amps 1000 two 15’s make it
earthquake to the ground
riding slow though your town
get cracking get loud
get poppin wild’n out
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rims look like venom
black on black as they crawling out
creeping slow from the west coast
east coast and the Holy South
Midwest saints do it to and they showing out
Holy Hip Hop Holy Hip Hop
beating down your block straight up
It’s the B-E-S-T can’t get no better
don’t call it a trend cause we ain’t no trend setters
it’s music ministry for the soul
that makes it way better (yes sir) |
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| Verse 3 |
It ain’t no need for the King Kong cause God is bigger
the sound of his trumpet make the whole world shiver
as the message is delivered it’s time to wake’em up
before it trimmers so get your praise on
but remember every lyric it’s like a scripture
taking hold each and every time that it hit ya
the gospel so big ain’t no way it can miss ya
it been certified official it’s kingdom hope is what we bring’em |
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| Verse 4 |
He’s the real deal- Spit it how feel
tell you how it is- tell you how I live
anointed and never candy-coded it
got something on my chest I explode
pen meets the paper as I soak it
no credit cause the holy sprit wrote it
divine poetry young K chopping game
so I chop it up in three
One for the father Two for the Son Three for the Holy Ghost that gets the job done |
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