Jesus Muzik - Lecrae, Trip Lee

Yeah, back on the grind again

I know it’s been a little while, but it’s time again

Folks askin', «'Crae, when you gon' rhyme again?»

I’m like, «Hold up, give me time, my man»

See a lot of things change, some stay the same

Went from H-Town to D-Town to Memphis, man

One thing is for sure, everywhere I go

People caught up in their self, money, cars, and clothes, yeah

They talk about it all the time and put it in they songs

They drive around and play it loud like it ain’t nothin' wrong

And all they talk about is sinful stuff

Got everybody actin' bad, thinkin' that they a thug

And they tryna drown me out

But, nah, they ain’t gon' count me out

I got a back pack full of tracts, plus I keep a Johnny Mac so we can pound it

out

Plus I’m bumpin' these Jesus beats

Whenever they seein' me

People lookin' all confused 'cause every one of my tunes is screamin' Jesus

peeps

I was bumpin' that Trip Lee

BJ rollin' with me

Both our heads noddin' like we dozin' or we tipsy

But we ain’t been drinkin', man

Nah, this song just bangin', man

Got us screamin' Jesus out the window

While we changin' lanes

While we just—

Ridin', ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik

Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus—

Ridin', ridin' with my top down, down

Top, top down

Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik

Ridin', ridin' with my top—

Ridin', ridin' with my top down

Ridin' with my top down, down

Jesus, Jesus muzik

Ridin' with my top—

Ridin', ridin' with my top down

Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik

Yeah, if you hear that the bass bang, and you see us in your streets

That stuff your boy’s playin', man, it’s gon' be them Jesus beats

That stuff we bumpin' ain’t that lean with it, rock with it

It’s that change your life and please let the Rock hear

All the stuff that we bump, hear the sound of Christ

Romans 1:16;

our prayer to Christ

Once lost, then found, but we down with Christ

In the start, hearts dark, but we found the light

Now it’s soundin' right

So it’s all to the good

We done found new life, 'cause the Gospel is good

In the past, I don’t think y’all understood

Now y’all done messed up, let us all in your hood

We got the windows down, and when we finna cruise

We tryna glorify the Lord with what we listen to

We bump that Cross Movement

We bump that Lamp Mode

We 'bout that Jesus music

Get up yo' hands, bro

It might be screwed and chopped

It might be East coast

Either way, this Jesus muzik’s hot

Bump this in your speakers, bro

The Lord ain’t pleased with that money and weed

So if you hear them subs, and you see us up in your streets

I might be—

Ridin', ridin', ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik

Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus—

Ridin', ridin' with my top down, down

Top, top down

Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik

Ridin', ridin' with my top—

Ridin', ridin' with my top down

Ridin' with my top down, down

Jesus, Jesus muzik

Ridin', with my top—

Ridin', ridin' with my top down

Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik

You like music from rap to gospel

But you prolly never heard nobody rap the Gospel

Different sound, but the Truth’s the same

With no choirs, no bands, but the Truth remains

We got fam and the clique, set the booth aflame

St. Louis up to Philly, like Duce and FLAME

If you lost in the flow, don’t lose the name

It’s Jesus Christ, the King of the Jews, my man

This ain’t entertainment, dog, it’s timeless Truth

Would you rather hear a song about shiny coupes?

Nope

Non-fat, non-gat, non-killa rap

A hundred percent Christ, the blood, spill-a-rap

Y’all feelin' that?

Rap wrapped up with the Gospel Truth, aye Trip, yo, reel it back

Y’all feelin' that?

Rap wrapped up with the Gospel Truth, aye Trip, dog, reel it back

Yeah, if in our car you hear that boom-bap

And you hear some dudes rap

It ain’t them folks that boast, it’s folks that tell you where the Truth’s at

We don’t wanna hear about dimes and dope

We don’t wanna hear about knives and smoke

We don’t wanna hear about movin' packs and foolish cats who lie and boast

We do wanna hear about Christ, the King

Do wanna hear how lives have changed

We do wanna hear how God is pleased and theology out the Bible, man

This Jesus muzik turn heads, so turn it up and let 'em know

In all we do, He’s first, and this Jesus muzik’s better, bro, yeah

Ridin', ridin', ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik

Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus—

Ridin', ridin' with my top down, down

Top, top down

Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik

Ridin', ridin' with my top—

Ridin', ridin' with my top down

Ridin' with my top down, down

Jesus, Jesus muzik

Ridin', with my top—

Ridin', ridin' with my top down

Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik