[Hook]

They don't know how we

How we gonna do it

But His light’s gonna shine every time that I rhyme

It's up to Him how they view it

[x4]

[Verse 1]

There ain't much in this world that could get Stract hyper

But I ain’t really trying to arm bars, I'm a striker

Put me on the beat and I'mma hit it Juan Piper

Avoiding the trees on the track, I'm a hiker

Coming for your Shaq's I'll fool shnick the viper

Stomping on the dome that's known to condone

Its own sin and prone to elevate the phone to the throne

Silly addicts, it's mathematics

Yasiin Bey is Mos Def, the apparatus

That leads you to sin over mini cinematics

This emphatic rhyme is due to the time

Line after line I’mma shine ’cause the vine

Got me going flowing like if I ain't got a crime

On my pages, and I don’t do it for the stages

I do it for the sanctified in all the stages of life

I'm cloak and dagger with my knife

I'll game play the Phife 'til my tribe’s on a quest

With Q-tips cleaning all the ears of the rest

With percocets, molly's, and Es on they brain

I don't ease on the game 'cause I sees all the lame dudes

Same crudes be trying to preach from vain pews

Lang Hughes wrote it better but the same tools

Is being used to abuse all the youths' views

Can you see it, can you hear me though

[Hook]

They don't know how we

How we gonna do it

But His light's gonna shine every time that I rhyme

It's up to Him how they view it

[x2]

Yeah I'm a little different but I ain't tryna stand out

I'm just hands out, ready embracing the planned route

If I doubt then I'm Ill but still He will

Sin kill through the spill of the one that's real

Yeah, that's why I walk with my shades on

Cause I'm tryna stay staring at the sun 'til my days gone

The right time, yeah, that's a Ray song

How the coke gonna play the keys now that Ray's gone

Born to lose, A song for you

Come rain or come shine, just to title a few

More, four songs from a blind man

And you can't see the books if you playing with a blind hand

Digging at your grave with a spade, here I am

Running after Jews with a pass like I-ran

Fast enough to the cross to become clean

It's unseen so I'mma have to come clean

I don't really spit for the old or the young scene

I make bars for the unclean

And they marked by the dove — so you can tell that it's one team

Christcentric, and yeah, I'm off the bench quick

Call Fox and get the pryors in the hall

I'mma stand up and speakeasy to 'em all

But they don't get it 'cause they loving the nights

We globe-trotting for Christ, transportable lights

[Hook]

They don't know how we

How we gonna do it

But His light's gonna shine every time that I rhyme

It's up to Him how they view it

[x2]