It is the old message the newest genre The day has arrive emcees awake from your slumber We've been hibernating under the top bunkers of whoremongers Rappers prostituting souls for gain but no longer We're turning the game around 'til they see it's a war Queen take pawn checkmate look at the board of life Deception in every direction Who will tell them about the death, burial and resurrection If not for us truth remains innocuous Start looking through the scope of god's binoculars Satan is plotting plus cats are losing faith in the begotton's trust Spread out like the legs ofan octupus Attach to one head one mind one soul goal That all rise when the sky unfolds The untold mystery has enlisted me to consistently rap 'til all are free Hook: Boom bap, next snap We don' bust wack to make the gun clap This holy hip-hop Street times, beat rhymes We don't need crim for hip-hop to shine This is holy hip-hop Over 15 years of groundbreaking with no money circulating Armed with prayer and faith waiting For god's perfect timing rhyming shining We had to put away are selfish motives and whining I've been on the wall observing and smiling Since rakim was strong enough to break ny from long island Contriving, striving, diving into the pool of imagination picking rhymes for minds It's the signs of the time no more lukewarm living Every sin we commit is like another nail driven Inside the hands and feet on who we claim on beats What we sow is what we reap until we quantum leap In the metro we call home lets ride the metronome Smoking the most high until we ozone Roam, roam got a signal Let's keep building spirtiual towers 'til all connect to the power using. It's hard to run this race with a cross strap to my back But it keeps my head low instead of high when i rap Let's attack our tracks dribbling fearless facts Like coby bryant the holy zion is eyeing every move we take make and break For god sake lets cause tectonic plates to conjugate The body of christ is cramping from lack of stretching Never stepping out there comfort zone to busy nesting We're sketching our own plans and desires Focus on earthly things to acquire while heads burn in the fire To whom much is given much required That's the code i live by and die by Whether on dolby ditigal, mono, stereo or hi-fi Representing the lord until he sky dives I'm on a mic-mission the precision of a pediatrician using scalpels making cross incisions Ever since the real roxanne my ears have been locked it But the only begotten is now and forever who i'm rocking, rocking, rocking, rocking