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Blood Duster - In Not Of lyrics
[Bridge]
 Gotta let 'em know
 Gotta let 'em know 'bout the Name
 Gotta let 'em know
 Gotta let 'em know 'bout the game
 [Repeat Bridge]
 [Verse One]
 Lord, the world thinks you've left the streets
 And you ain't the kind of guy
 That would bless the beats
 And because you ain't busting heat
 That you can't relate to being tempted
 To grind to eat
 To flip a little ecstasy
 Just playing roll for your seed
 Like a sesame
 Or the meaning of Thug Destiny
 Or to know what's all up
 In a mix like a recipe
 They can't possibly think that
 You paid your dues
 When you ran the streets
 Of old Jeruz
 You wasn't the Don with the God Father nod
 But visible Father God and you ran your squad
 And now you run inside of cats
 With backward hats and boots
 Evangelical hip-hop modern day recruits
 And just like Jews and Gafilta Fish
 Ain't too many dudes that are built for this
 We grind for souls
 Forget what the liar told
 You give throwback jersey for choir robes
 Sunday Clothes?
 If you catch us in the pulpit
 It's in the fitted's and black Gibuard's
 Here's the goals
 Take the risk, light the coals
 Bring the heat, flex the gift
 Break the molds
 Recruit, enlist
 Fulfill the Great Commish.
 And like L.J. said
 "We trying to Rock the Souls"
 [Hook]
 Who's mic is this?
 I'm in it, but I I ain't of it
 I live it, but I don't love it
 Who's life is this?
 I admit it
 I ain't above it
 I gotta get it
 But I don't covet
 Who's world is this?
 It's dated
 Many love it
 I hate it
 But I don't judge it
 Who's world is this?
 Not to conform
 Who's life is this?
 Here to transform
 Who's mic is this?
 Flavor, not norm
 Salt and light, among the night
 Word bond!
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 [Verse Two]
 That's right word bond
 I'm trying to Kingdom work like I got a third arm
 Most hip-hop needs stimulant turn on, Yak or Bourbon
 But not these words from the street that turn Psalm
 Brooklyn to Guam, we "Ring thee Alarm!"
 Watch God get His in Hip-Hop for certain
 Don't front, this culture needs a clear display
 A clearer way, somebody make it clear today
 It's hard to look on my outward to peep my in
 That's like trying to see my heart beat inside my skin
 But if you know hip-hop courses inside my veins
 Know all [of] hip-hop's blood types ain't the same
 I'm transfused witht eh Blood of an ancient King
 He paid dues, and now I can't help but bling
 But not ice, ain't talking about a life of crime
 My whole crew don't know nothing but a life of rhyme
 It ain't strange, new birth done met the knock
 It done changed, the church done met the block
 It's so plain, the God of the Israelites
 Got a pain in His heart for the dismal types
 He aint' concerned about your plaits and your tiny roots
 He even thinks you kinda fly with your shiny tooth
 He left us in the world and said mix it up
 But with a righteous kind of flow that picks it up
 Before Satan can 666 it up
 He gone bust through the sky and fix it up
 But 'til then, let this culture make us proud
 But only to the point where it starts acting foul
 And if it does, ain't no time ot blackout dude
 You gotta put in a hold and make it tap out, oooooo
 'Cause to God, hip-hop got to bow and blush
 We dont' live for hip-hop, hip-hop lives for us
[Repeat Bridge x2]
 [Verse Three]
 To each his own
 But none will ever come unseat the throne
 Salt penetrates from meat to bone
 We tryinna to reach the pain
 Bring the peace, 'til they say "Preach it, homes!"
 "Teach it, man!" Keep your dough
 'Cause this is strictly on a need to know
 Yo, everybody need to know
 That's why I gotta lace the flow
 'Til men holla [for] "Christ"
 Like Japan hollas "Ichiro!"
 Men gotta need like Pizza dough
 We pull we stretch, but do we ever really reach them, though?
 I don't mean no harm, but I'll bet the farm
 Some put the weight of the mission on skill and charm
 And they get iller than all, their killing evolves
 But with no alarm, CM will remain calm
 Lord, how long the wait, cuase this is a long debate
 Neither side wants to prolong the hate
 They say we reach the church and they reach the streets
 But can't find an in or out of season to preach
 And there's only two, but you kept the charge the same
 The harvest is ready, but the workers lame
 I say we reach the church and we reach the streets
 And some don't believe and I'll catch the heat
 But we'll take the lash, word bond
 But they'd be surpised if they know who was ringng the horn
 But ain't no beef, 'cause we all still fam
 I'm gonna shut my teeth and not give the enemy a chance
 But just know this, this our only main stance
 Trust the wisdom of God and not the stratz of man








