Cross Movement

When I Flow (It's Gospel)

Cross Movement


VERSE(1): 
Back in the lab again, young lads getting bad with the pad and pen 
Holy Culture, a fabulous fabric blend, God's people got fashion sense 
That'll take it pass your trends and get passionate 
with passages from the text while we passing it 
though we not highly paid to perform, 
that don't stop us from stepping on stages galore 
You can take away the stage and the studio booth, 
pull the label exec's and the loot they recoup 
That don't change what we slang we not your usual group 
We only jump for the Lord, so we don't jump through the hoops 
I see the culture's distress, I got a lot to express 
It's just some things I had to get off my chest. 
But it's time to release the pressure, decrease the flesh cuz 
Jesus, He seeks to bless us 
Drop jewels see deep like treasure men seek the lesser 
But Christians we seek His Pleasure 

HOOK: 
When you see that this life is more than ice and rims and you ready to go 
You can't hide that pride deep down inside, playboy you ready to know 
If ya hot with the proof and you got the juice of the Son, then ya ready to ride 
But are you ready to do in the name of truth what the world might do for a lie 
Rock shows with the Gospel (Gospel) 
Long as I got breath in my nostrils (Gospel) 
When I flow it's Gospel (Gospel) 
Cross Movement and Rock Soul (We rock souls) 

VERSE(2): 
Oh no, the CM's back, yeah, we're intact, 
was in the cut but the "C" ain't slack 
God was adding to what CM lacked, 
now it's like Phil Jack and '02 Kobe and Shaq 
The whole crew wanted true G-O-D in rap, 
we've gotta view that's a minority like being black 
But we've agreed to feed and lead the packs, 
Hip hop's the key it's like some cheese to rats 
And they come if your beats are raw, 
'cause the streets are raw, but all fall when they meet the Law, 
'cause they meet their flaws and see defeat when they meet the Boss 
And that's terror like a beach with Jaws, 
Yo, God's got beef galore 
Cause you tell Peace, "Get lost," plus play Easter soft, 
So peep the cross and weep no more 
all rise, recognize that you need Lord, boy 
who would've thought that a lost crook would 
get brought to the point where the cross looked good 

HOOK 

VERSE(3): 
Where's the buzz 
Better yet, where's the love 
Seems like, what we got wrecks the clubs 
There's no hugs, probably cause there's no drugs 
And no mansion that's housing thugs 
Here's the thing, it's an enigma thing 
Sometimes it feels like a Q-dog at a sigma thing 
We don't try to jig the thing 
Cause one day we gonna reign in the same chains that the stigma brings 
Christ Supreme, all that means is: 
Christ Rules Everything Around Me: C.R.E.A.M.! 
If He's the King, and you don't let Him do His thing 
That's Golum's fellowship with the ring 
Pain and strife, is how this world pays the price 
Lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes, pride of life 
That's why we gotta get it right 
ain't nobody got it right 
If you think so, Satan's pulling off a heist 
But when dealing with the Christ 
[You] gotta be real, not fake like a Poltergeist 

HOOK