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Cross Movement - In Not Of
(from the album Holy Culture)
© copyright 2003

Bridge:
Gotta let ‘em know
Gotta let ‘em know ‘bout the Name
Gotta let ‘em know
Gotta let ‘em know ‘bout the game
Repeat Bridge


Verse 1:
Lord, the world thinks you’ve left the streets/
And that you ain’t the kind of guy/
That would bless the beats/
And because you ain’t busting heat/
That you can’t relate to being tempted/
To grind to eat/
Or to flip a little ecstasy/
Just playing roll for your seed/
Like a sesame/
Or the meaning of Thug Destiny/
Or to know what’s all up/
In a mix like a recipe/
They can’t possibly think that/
You paid your dues/
When you ran in the streets/
Of old Jeruz./
You wasn’t the Don with the God Father nod/
But visible Father God and you ran your squad/
And now you run inside of cats/
With backward hats and boots/
Evangelical hip-hop modern day recruits/
And just like Jews and Gafilta Fish/
Ain’t too many dudes that are built for this/
We grind for souls/
Forget what the liar told/
You give throwback jersey for choir robes/
Sunday Clothes?/
If you catch us in the pulpit,/
It’s fitted’s and black Gibuard’s/
Here’s the goals/
Take the risk, light the coals/
Bring the heat, flex the gift/
Break the molds/
Recruit, enlist/
Fulfill the Great Commish./
And like L.J. said,/
“We trying to Rock the Souls”.

Hook:
Who’s mic is this?/
I’m in it, but I ain’t of it/
I live it, but I don’t love it/
Who’s life is this?/
I admit it/
I ain’t above it/
I gotta get it/
But I don’t covet/
Who’s world is this?/
It’s dated/
many love it/
I hate it/
But I don’t judge it/
Who’s world is this?/
Not to conform/
Who’s life is this?/
Here to transform/
Who’s mic is this?/
Flavor, not norm/
Salt and light, among the night/
Word bond!

Verse 2:
That’s right word bond/
I’m trying to Kingdom work like I got a third arm/
Most hip-hop needs stimulant turn on, Yak or Bourbon/
But not these words from the street that turn Psalm/
Brooklyn to Guam, we “Ring thee Alarm!”/
Watch God get His in Hip-Hop for certain/
Don’t front, this culture needs a clear display/
A clearer way, somebody make it clear today/
It’s hard to look on my outward to peep my in/
That’s like trying to see my heart beat inside my skin/
But if you know hip-hop courses inside my veins/
Know all [of] hip-hop’s blood types ain’t the same/
I’m transfused with the Blood of an ancient King/
He paid dues, and now I can’t help but bling/
But not ice, ain’t talking about a life of crime/
My whole crew don’t know nothing but a life of rhyme/
It ain’t strange, new birth done met the knock/
It done changed, the church done met the block/
It’s so plain, the God of the Israelites/
Got a pain in His heart for the dismal types/
He ain’t concerned about your plaits and your tiny roots/
He even thinks you kinda fly with your shinny tooth/
He left us in the world and said mix it up/
But with a righteous kind of flow that picks it up/
Before Satan can 666 it up/
He gone bust through the sky and fix it up/
But ‘til then, let this culture make us proud/
But only to the point where it starts acting foul/
And if it does, ain’t no time to blackout dude/
You gotta put it in a hold and make it tap out , oooooo/
Cause to God, hip-hop got to bow and blush/
We don’t live for hip-hop, hip-hop lives for us.

Bridge:

Verse 3:
To each his own,/
But none will ever come unseat the throne/
Salt penetrates from meat to bone/
We tryinna to reach the pain/
Bring the peace, ‘til they say “Preach it, homes!”/
“Teach it, man!” Keep your dough/
‘cause this is strictly on a need to know/
Yo, everybody need to know/
That’s why I gotta lace the flow/
’til men holla [for] “Christ”/
Like Japan hollas “Ichiro!”/
Men gotta need like Pizza dough/
We pull we stretch, but do we ever really reach them, though?/
I don’t mean no harm, but I’ll bet the farm/
Some put the weight of the mission on skill and charm/
And they get iller than all, their killing evolves/
But with no alarm, CM will remain calm/
Lord, how long the wait, cause this is a long debate/
Neither side wants to prolong the hate/
They say we reach the church and they reach the streets/
But can’t find an in or out of season to preach/
And there’s only two, but you kept the charge the same/
The harvest is ready, but the workers lame/
I say we reach the church and we reach the streets/
And some don’t believe and I’ll catch the heat/
But we’ll take the lash, word bond,/
But they’d be surprised if they knew who was ringing the horn/
But ain’t no beef, cause we all still fam/
I’m gonna shut my teeth and not give the enemy a chance/
But just know this, this is our only main stance/
Trust the wisdom of God and not the stratz of man.

Hook: