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Hey, yo man, let the beat drop on em
Yea, oh you know I'm likin that right there,
What's good y'all?
It's ya boy Lecrae
Some call me Craezy
I'm here with my 1:16 Clique representing to ya
We just wanna put it down for the Lord Jesus Christ
City to city and state to state we keep runnin into more
1:16 clique members- people who are unashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ
Let me tell you where we from dawg
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,
80% of these dudes is fictional thugs,
We don't kill nobody,
We don't rob no stores,
We don't trap, we aint strapped,
We don't smoke that dro,
We aint pimpin,
We aint trippin,
And if we tippin on some fours,
Then you'll probably hear that Jesus music commin out our doors,
We aint ashamed,
you can call us lame,
But everybody gotta die and stand in front of the King,
(chorus)
We unashamed unashamed, unashamed, unashamed, unashamed,
unashamed, unashamed, unashamed, unashamed unashamed, unashamed, we unashamed, unashamed,unashamed, unashamed, unashamed, we unashamed

Watch this so you can really know what time it is
God is resurrected and I'm here to glorify Him yea
My Jesus, Jesus, my Jesus
May make a great tune,
But we gotta lead em dipset to the weight room,
I gotta date soon (with Christ),
But it aint soon enough,
Father keep prunin us
Cause it's provin we known for screwin up
I can't front cause the pressure is still thick,
And when sin look like the pressure I'm having to turn quick (turn quick)
Hey, sin's sick so work it like John Owen,
You know when Jesus the Christ, you can pay Him,
But still owe Him (still owe Him)
We should've died and been buried for our wrong acts,
Instead Christ died,
And carried em on His own back,(what?)
This is a known fact,
But some say that it's fiction,ok
This is our lifestyle,yea
No, it's not a religion, nuhuh,
See I survived death back in 2002,
And religion is not at all what got ya boy through,(not at all)
Yea your boy Crayola,
I don't do payola,
No flows full of bakin soda,
Just Jehova,
I get played to the left,more than I get paid to write,
So I aint worried bout eatin dawg,
tryin to display the light
(Chorus)
You see me in the block,
The avavoid in the land,
We look the same,
But we different,
We bring God to this thing,
While being vocal bout the Lord,
And not a piece on a chain
But don't get it twisted there's reasons these boys unashamed,
How bout 39 lashes of beating,
They laughin and teasin,
These blasphemous heathens,
reject the passion of Jesus,
He fasted from speakin,
Even with nails bashed in his feet,
And the cross,
He gaspin and wheezin
His lungs collapse as He's breathin,
The chief priest stoned in the court of this chief,
My Prince of Peace minus the pipe who bore my grief so no more chiefin,
But like the rims that hit the curb,
We call em shoulder blades
We got our crosses on our backs like our shoulder blades,
His death and resurrection that turned about my direction,
A step into perfection had nothin to do with me (do with me),
But gospel is the power and power been men to powwow,
We pound in the pavement takin the message to the streets.
(Chorus)