Take It to God Lyrics

Song	Take It to God
Artist	KRS-One
Album	Spiritual Minded
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	作词 : KRS One, Professor Ecks, Ron
	Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational
	KRS-One, Professor
	Ecks, whattup
	Dan? WooTemple of
	Hip-Hop, let's do it
	By the sound of the track, you know who is back
	It's the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap
	Rappers tired of me sayin', "Where hip-hop is at?"'
	Cause they know they unoriginal, copycats
	Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack
	In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at
	TV is whack, they wanna show us beatin'
	IraqWhen the question is, where is
	Chandra Levy at?
	Murdered God and left for dead like hip-hop
	And admit to
	Conduit like conduct to kill
	Ecks the dread
	And Kris crucified the false prophet
	John F. Kennedy to these
	MC's, I draw and cock it
	Cock on cocky cops for the love of the art, punish the part, partition
	Pardon the pause, poison pens penetrate the mental
	I walk with
	Kris so my body's a temple
	Body instrumentals and body your squad in the body of a
	GodJust think, just think, what if
	Malcolm X returned
	Or Dr. King returned, tell me what have we learned?
	As we takin' our turn, tell me what have we earned?
	Or is the ice and the cars our only concern
	Mo' money, mo' money, you be yellin' it out
	And on TV can't you see you be sellin' us out?
	So in 2010, look to 2002
	Who you think they gonna respect, me or you?
	Behold the
	God in the form of the man
	Walkin' off water and flesh absorbs in the sand
	Moor gets the land, divorcin' the clan,
	I'm off into sand
	Off and I'm slayin' delicate arms from porcelain hands
	Slaughtered the lambs, charge it to the game
	Cats take hip-hop's name in vain
	Disrespectin' the forefathers who came
	Goddess hurt 'em right now, like when
	Marvin was slain
	They don't want it, nope, they don't need it, nope
	Just stay weeded and hope,
	I don't read what you wrote
	Best believe they ain't dope, they deceivin' these folks
	With they meaningless quotes,
	I got my feet on thy throat
	What they speak is a joke, they really weak and they broke
	Have a seat and take notes, on the streets
	I'm the Pope
	MTV is they hope, they repeat what they wrote
	I'm an MC that won't let them tempt me with coke
	Nope, flesh of my flesh, blessed by
	KRSUsed to love her, they [Incomprehensible] haven't made a date with death
	Follow no man, enslave the
	Ecks, professin' the student
	I vibe with the teacher obliged to drop liver than heaters
	Lyrics liable to eat us like the survivors of
	JesusNow the blind is the leaders, your styles is egregious
	Gets now the brow beateth to underground emceeth
	The game is overheated, overweeded and misunderstood
	Word, just a ride in they boat with a platinum rope
	No doubt they sellin' us out, what's happenin' loc?
	Quit this rappin'
	I won't, 'cause
	MC'n is dope
	If I can't do it for the love then do it
	I won'tHow many times we note when these rappers is dope
	Satisfied, that's why
	I'm renewin' your hope
	Broaden your scope, when cleaned out your mind
	My rhyme is like a new bar of deoderant soap
	In this land of men, mice and mimes,
	I holds right for the laws
	Live life like
	Christ, makin' bread from mics and applause
	The snakes fight with
	Tyson like jaws for what's rightfully yours
	I might win 'em all, tell me, is it life or it's war?
	God, God,
	GodMy God, your
	God, our God
	Is God, is
	GodChange is gonna come, where you goin' to run, but to
	God?To God, run to
	God, run to
	God, run to
	God, and let him in your heart
	Change is gonna come, the change is gonna come
	Make it your change, run to
	God in your heart
	Let God in your heart, he will do the part
	God in your heart
	Take it to
	God, take it to
	God GodTake it to my
	God, your
	God, take it to
	GodTake it to
	GodTake it to
	GodTake it to
	Gd, take it to
	GodJust take it to
	God, run and take it
	God, take it to
	God

	zuo ci : KRS One, Professor Ecks, Ron
	Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational
	KRSOne, Professor
	Ecks, whattup
	Dan? WooTemple of
	HipHop, let' s do it
	By the sound of the track, you know who is back
	It' s the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap
	Rappers tired of me sayin', " Where hiphop is at?"'
	Cause they know they unoriginal, copycats
	Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack
	In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at
	TV is whack, they wanna show us beatin'
	IraqWhen the question is, where is
	Chandra Levy at?
	Murdered God and left for dead like hiphop
	And admit to
	Conduit like conduct to kill
	Ecks the dread
	And Kris crucified the false prophet
	John F. Kennedy to these
	MC' s, I draw and cock it
	Cock on cocky cops for the love of the art, punish the part, partition
	Pardon the pause, poison pens penetrate the mental
	I walk with
	Kris so my body' s a temple
	Body instrumentals and body your squad in the body of a
	GodJust think, just think, what if
	Malcolm X returned
	Or Dr. King returned, tell me what have we learned?
	As we takin' our turn, tell me what have we earned?
	Or is the ice and the cars our only concern
	Mo' money, mo' money, you be yellin' it out
	And on TV can' t you see you be sellin' us out?
	So in 2010, look to 2002
	Who you think they gonna respect, me or you?
	Behold the
	God in the form of the man
	Walkin' off water and flesh absorbs in the sand
	Moor gets the land, divorcin' the clan,
	I' m off into sand
	Off and I' m slayin' delicate arms from porcelain hands
	Slaughtered the lambs, charge it to the game
	Cats take hiphop' s name in vain
	Disrespectin' the forefathers who came
	Goddess hurt ' em right now, like when
	Marvin was slain
	They don' t want it, nope, they don' t need it, nope
	Just stay weeded and hope,
	I don' t read what you wrote
	Best believe they ain' t dope, they deceivin' these folks
	With they meaningless quotes,
	I got my feet on thy throat
	What they speak is a joke, they really weak and they broke
	Have a seat and take notes, on the streets
	I' m the Pope
	MTV is they hope, they repeat what they wrote
	I' m an MC that won' t let them tempt me with coke
	Nope, flesh of my flesh, blessed by
	KRSUsed to love her, they Incomprehensible haven' t made a date with death
	Follow no man, enslave the
	Ecks, professin' the student
	I vibe with the teacher obliged to drop liver than heaters
	Lyrics liable to eat us like the survivors of
	JesusNow the blind is the leaders, your styles is egregious
	Gets now the brow beateth to underground emceeth
	The game is overheated, overweeded and misunderstood
	Word, just a ride in they boat with a platinum rope
	No doubt they sellin' us out, what' s happenin' loc?
	Quit this rappin'
	I won' t, ' cause
	MC' n is dope
	If I can' t do it for the love then do it
	I won' tHow many times we note when these rappers is dope
	Satisfied, that' s why
	I' m renewin' your hope
	Broaden your scope, when cleaned out your mind
	My rhyme is like a new bar of deoderant soap
	In this land of men, mice and mimes,
	I holds right for the laws
	Live life like
	Christ, makin' bread from mics and applause
	The snakes fight with
	Tyson like jaws for what' s rightfully yours
	I might win ' em all, tell me, is it life or it' s war?
	God, God,
	GodMy God, your
	God, our God
	Is God, is
	GodChange is gonna come, where you goin' to run, but to
	God? To God, run to
	God, run to
	God, run to
	God, and let him in your heart
	Change is gonna come, the change is gonna come
	Make it your change, run to
	God in your heart
	Let God in your heart, he will do the part
	God in your heart
	Take it to
	God, take it to
	God GodTake it to my
	God, your
	God, take it to
	GodTake it to
	GodTake it to
	GodTake it to
	Gd, take it to
	GodJust take it to
	God, run and take it
	God, take it to
	God

	zuò cí : KRS One, Professor Ecks, Ron
	Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational
	KRSOne, Professor
	Ecks, whattup
	Dan? WooTemple of
	HipHop, let' s do it
	By the sound of the track, you know who is back
	It' s the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap
	Rappers tired of me sayin', " Where hiphop is at?"'
	Cause they know they unoriginal, copycats
	Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack
	In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at
	TV is whack, they wanna show us beatin'
	IraqWhen the question is, where is
	Chandra Levy at?
	Murdered God and left for dead like hiphop
	And admit to
	Conduit like conduct to kill
	Ecks the dread
	And Kris crucified the false prophet
	John F. Kennedy to these
	MC' s, I draw and cock it
	Cock on cocky cops for the love of the art, punish the part, partition
	Pardon the pause, poison pens penetrate the mental
	I walk with
	Kris so my body' s a temple
	Body instrumentals and body your squad in the body of a
	GodJust think, just think, what if
	Malcolm X returned
	Or Dr. King returned, tell me what have we learned?
	As we takin' our turn, tell me what have we earned?
	Or is the ice and the cars our only concern
	Mo' money, mo' money, you be yellin' it out
	And on TV can' t you see you be sellin' us out?
	So in 2010, look to 2002
	Who you think they gonna respect, me or you?
	Behold the
	God in the form of the man
	Walkin' off water and flesh absorbs in the sand
	Moor gets the land, divorcin' the clan,
	I' m off into sand
	Off and I' m slayin' delicate arms from porcelain hands
	Slaughtered the lambs, charge it to the game
	Cats take hiphop' s name in vain
	Disrespectin' the forefathers who came
	Goddess hurt ' em right now, like when
	Marvin was slain
	They don' t want it, nope, they don' t need it, nope
	Just stay weeded and hope,
	I don' t read what you wrote
	Best believe they ain' t dope, they deceivin' these folks
	With they meaningless quotes,
	I got my feet on thy throat
	What they speak is a joke, they really weak and they broke
	Have a seat and take notes, on the streets
	I' m the Pope
	MTV is they hope, they repeat what they wrote
	I' m an MC that won' t let them tempt me with coke
	Nope, flesh of my flesh, blessed by
	KRSUsed to love her, they Incomprehensible haven' t made a date with death
	Follow no man, enslave the
	Ecks, professin' the student
	I vibe with the teacher obliged to drop liver than heaters
	Lyrics liable to eat us like the survivors of
	JesusNow the blind is the leaders, your styles is egregious
	Gets now the brow beateth to underground emceeth
	The game is overheated, overweeded and misunderstood
	Word, just a ride in they boat with a platinum rope
	No doubt they sellin' us out, what' s happenin' loc?
	Quit this rappin'
	I won' t, ' cause
	MC' n is dope
	If I can' t do it for the love then do it
	I won' tHow many times we note when these rappers is dope
	Satisfied, that' s why
	I' m renewin' your hope
	Broaden your scope, when cleaned out your mind
	My rhyme is like a new bar of deoderant soap
	In this land of men, mice and mimes,
	I holds right for the laws
	Live life like
	Christ, makin' bread from mics and applause
	The snakes fight with
	Tyson like jaws for what' s rightfully yours
	I might win ' em all, tell me, is it life or it' s war?
	God, God,
	GodMy God, your
	God, our God
	Is God, is
	GodChange is gonna come, where you goin' to run, but to
	God? To God, run to
	God, run to
	God, run to
	God, and let him in your heart
	Change is gonna come, the change is gonna come
	Make it your change, run to
	God in your heart
	Let God in your heart, he will do the part
	God in your heart
	Take it to
	God, take it to
	God GodTake it to my
	God, your
	God, take it to
	GodTake it to
	GodTake it to
	GodTake it to
	Gd, take it to
	GodJust take it to
	God, run and take it
	God, take it to
	God

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