Unashamed

Lyrics

I'm here with my 116 Clique representatives We just want to put it down for the Lord Jesus Christ City to city and state to state We keep running into more 116 Clique members People who are unashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ [V.1 Lecrae] New Jerusalem, that's my home Let me put it in a song so you never get it wrong No shame in the message, that's the reason I live Christ up in every song, He's the reason I'm here All they rhyme about is guns, money, sex and drugs Eighty percent of these dudes is fictional thugs We don't kill nobody, we don't rob no stores We don't trap, we ain't strapped, we don't smoke that dro We ain't pimpin', we ain't trippin', if we tippin' on some fours Then you'll probably hear dat Jesus Muzik comin' out our doors We ain't ashamed, you can call us lame But everybody gotta die and stand in front of the King [V.2 Lecrae] Watch this so you can really know what time it is God is resurrected and I'm here to glorify Him, kid Ma Jesus, Jesus, ma Jesus might make a great tune But we gotta lead em Dipsets to the weight room I gotta date soon but it ain't soon enough Father keep pruning us coz it's proven we known for screwing up I can't front coz the pressure is still thick And when sin look like the pressure, I'm having to turn quick Aye sin sick so merk it like John Owen You knowing Jesus the Christ, you can't pay Him but still owe Him We shoulda died and been buried for our wrong acts Instead Christ died and carried them on His own back This is a known fact but some say that it's fiction This is our lifestyle, no it's not a religion See I survived death back in 2002 And religion is not at all what got your boy through Yeah your boy Crayola, I don't do Payola No flows full of baking soda, just Jehovah I get played to the left more than I get paid to write So I ain't worried about eating dog, tryna display the Christ [V.3 Tedashii] See we on the block, the ave, avoiding the lane And we look the same but we different, we bring God to this thing While being vocal bout the Lord and not a piece or a chain But don't get it twisted, it's reasons these boys unashamed How bout 39 lashes of beating, they laughing and teasing These blasphemous heathens reject the Passion of Jesus He fasted from speaking, even with nails bashed in His feat and the cross He gasping and wheezing, His lungs collapse as He's breathing The Chief Priest, Stone in the corner that's chief My Prince of Peace minus the pipe who bore my griefs so no more chiefing But like the rims that hit the curb, we call em shoulder blades We got our crosses on our back like our shoulder blades It's His death and resurrection that turned about my direction A stepping toward perfection had nothing to do with me But the gospel is the power empowering men to bow out We pounding the pavement taking the message to the streets