Take It to God歌词
歌手：KRS-One 专辑：Spiritual Minded
作词 : KRS One, Professor Ecks, Ron
Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational
KRS-One, Professor
Ecks, whattup
Dan? WooTemple of
Hip-Hop, let's do it
By the sound of the track, you know who is back
It's the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap
Rappers tired of me sayin', "Where hip-hop is at?"'
Cause they know they unoriginal, copycats
Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack
In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at
TV is whack, they wanna show us beatin'
IraqWhen the question is, where is
Chandra Levy at?
Murdered God and left for dead like hip-hop
And admit to
Conduit like conduct to kill
Ecks the dread
And Kris crucified the false prophet
John F. Kennedy to these
MC's, I draw and cock it
Cock on cocky cops for the love of the art, punish the part, partition
Pardon the pause, poison pens penetrate the mental
I walk with
Kris so my body's a temple
Body instrumentals and body your squad in the body of a
GodJust think, just think, what if
Malcolm X returned
Or Dr. King returned, tell me what have we learned?
As we takin' our turn, tell me what have we earned?
Or is the ice and the cars our only concern
Mo' money, mo' money, you be yellin' it out
And on TV can't you see you be sellin' us out?
So in 2010, look to 2002
Who you think they gonna respect, me or you?
Behold the
God in the form of the man
Walkin' off water and flesh absorbs in the sand
Moor gets the land, divorcin' the clan,
I'm off into sand
Off and I'm slayin' delicate arms from porcelain hands
Slaughtered the lambs, charge it to the game
Cats take hip-hop's name in vain
Disrespectin' the forefathers who came
Goddess hurt 'em right now, like when
Marvin was slain
They don't want it, nope, they don't need it, nope
Just stay ****ed and hope,
I don't read what you wrote
Best believe they ain't ****, they deceivin' these folks
With they meaningless quotes,
I got my feet on thy throat
What they speak is a joke, they really weak and they broke
Have a seat and take notes, on the streets
I'm the Pope
MTV is they hope, they repeat what they wrote
I'm an MC that won't let them tempt me with coke
Nope, flesh of my flesh, blessed by
KRSUsed to love her, they [Incomprehensible] haven't made a date with death
Follow no man, enslave the
Ecks, professin' the student
I vibe with the teacher obliged to drop liver than heaters
Lyrics liable to eat us like the survivors of
JesusNow the blind is the leaders, your styles is egregious
Gets now the brow beateth to underground emceeth
The game is overheated, over****ed and misunderstood
Word, just a ride in they boat with a platinum rope
No doubt they sellin' us out, what's happenin' loc?
Quit this rappin'
I won't, 'cause
MC'n is ****
If I can't do it for the love then do it
I won'tHow many times we note when these rappers is ****
Satisfied, that's why
I'm renewin' your hope
Broaden your scope, when cleaned out your mind
My rhyme is like a new bar of deoderant soap
In this land of men, mice and mimes,
I holds right for the laws
Live life like
Christ, makin' bread from mics and applause
The snakes fight with
Tyson like jaws for what's rightfully yours
I might win 'em all, tell me, is it life or it's war?
God, God,
GodMy God, your
God, our God
Is God, is
GodChange is gonna come, where you goin' to run, but to
God?To God, run to
God, run to
God, run to
God, and let him in your heart
Change is gonna come, the change is gonna come
Make it your change, run to
God in your heart
Let God in your heart, he will do the part
God in your heart
Take it to
God, take it to
God GodTake it to my
God, your
God, take it to
GodTake it to
GodTake it to
GodTake it to
Gd, take it to
GodJust take it to
God, run and take it
God, take it to
God
Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational
KRS-One, Professor
Ecks, whattup
Dan? WooTemple of
Hip-Hop, let's do it
By the sound of the track, you know who is back
It's the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap
Rappers tired of me sayin', "Where hip-hop is at?"'
Cause they know they unoriginal, copycats
Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack
In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at
TV is whack, they wanna show us beatin'
IraqWhen the question is, where is
Chandra Levy at?
Murdered God and left for dead like hip-hop
And admit to
Conduit like conduct to kill
Ecks the dread
And Kris crucified the false prophet
John F. Kennedy to these
MC's, I draw and cock it
Cock on cocky cops for the love of the art, punish the part, partition
Pardon the pause, poison pens penetrate the mental
I walk with
Kris so my body's a temple
Body instrumentals and body your squad in the body of a
GodJust think, just think, what if
Malcolm X returned
Or Dr. King returned, tell me what have we learned?
As we takin' our turn, tell me what have we earned?
Or is the ice and the cars our only concern
Mo' money, mo' money, you be yellin' it out
And on TV can't you see you be sellin' us out?
So in 2010, look to 2002
Who you think they gonna respect, me or you?
Behold the
God in the form of the man
Walkin' off water and flesh absorbs in the sand
Moor gets the land, divorcin' the clan,
I'm off into sand
Off and I'm slayin' delicate arms from porcelain hands
Slaughtered the lambs, charge it to the game
Cats take hip-hop's name in vain
Disrespectin' the forefathers who came
Goddess hurt 'em right now, like when
Marvin was slain
They don't want it, nope, they don't need it, nope
Just stay ****ed and hope,
I don't read what you wrote
Best believe they ain't ****, they deceivin' these folks
With they meaningless quotes,
I got my feet on thy throat
What they speak is a joke, they really weak and they broke
Have a seat and take notes, on the streets
I'm the Pope
MTV is they hope, they repeat what they wrote
I'm an MC that won't let them tempt me with coke
Nope, flesh of my flesh, blessed by
KRSUsed to love her, they [Incomprehensible] haven't made a date with death
Follow no man, enslave the
Ecks, professin' the student
I vibe with the teacher obliged to drop liver than heaters
Lyrics liable to eat us like the survivors of
JesusNow the blind is the leaders, your styles is egregious
Gets now the brow beateth to underground emceeth
The game is overheated, over****ed and misunderstood
Word, just a ride in they boat with a platinum rope
No doubt they sellin' us out, what's happenin' loc?
Quit this rappin'
I won't, 'cause
MC'n is ****
If I can't do it for the love then do it
I won'tHow many times we note when these rappers is ****
Satisfied, that's why
I'm renewin' your hope
Broaden your scope, when cleaned out your mind
My rhyme is like a new bar of deoderant soap
In this land of men, mice and mimes,
I holds right for the laws
Live life like
Christ, makin' bread from mics and applause
The snakes fight with
Tyson like jaws for what's rightfully yours
I might win 'em all, tell me, is it life or it's war?
God, God,
GodMy God, your
God, our God
Is God, is
GodChange is gonna come, where you goin' to run, but to
God?To God, run to
God, run to
God, run to
God, and let him in your heart
Change is gonna come, the change is gonna come
Make it your change, run to
God in your heart
Let God in your heart, he will do the part
God in your heart
Take it to
God, take it to
God GodTake it to my
God, your
God, take it to
GodTake it to
GodTake it to
GodTake it to
Gd, take it to
GodJust take it to
God, run and take it
God, take it to
God
