| Lyrics: | Uhh! They don't wanna battle
They ain't ready for the battle, uh-uh, uh-uh (Temple of Hip-Hop)
Listen, listen, listen
Your spirit AIN'T READY
Your church AIN'T READY
Your
bishop AIN'T READY
Your deacons AIN'T READY
Your choir AIN'T READY
Your ushers AIN'T
READY
At the Temple of Hip-Hop
WE TEACH MANY!
Look! To all my people
hurtin, all my people searchin
What we know for sure, God is always workin
Workin while
you flirtin, workin while you jerkin
Workin while the world is turnin and these cities burnin
God is always workin, workin while you learnin
Workin while you ignorant and when you're
not concernin
Christ consciousness, get that, got that
Spit that, rock that, hip that, hop
that
You sniff that? Stop that, I give back and got back
Greedy? I'm not that, you needy
for that shock rap
Slangin on the block rap, duckin where the cops at
I don't know that,
but Jesus done copped that
Not that man on the cross, it ain't like that
You must act like
the son of God, that's where the lights at
Stop readin only and start bein show me
Like
the resurrection I'll be back, they can't hold me
One thing's for sure and
believe it hurt
It's when the pastor ain't sure, and deceives the church
They don't know
God's law, and can't see God at work
So when they see hip-hop, they push it to the back of the
church
Like fig trees or figures they don't bear fruit
They gospel artists, still tryin to
chase that loot
Hear the truth now, I come to enhance the light
They women of God, singin
while they pants is tight?
They not hot! Really they, regular
They clothes they flows, all
that, secular -ac |
