(feat. J.R.) [Chorus: J.R.] I wanna be closer to you I wanna be your hearts desire I wanna be number one Even though you play me shy I wanna be closer
[T.R.U.-L.I.F.E.] What's up yall? It's Life, yeah Im still rappin Haven't been in action, but I haven't been relaxin Took a little breather, cause it
[Chorus] Life, Liberty, Righteousness, and the puruist thereof It's tight, might just get, too rough to travel this road But it's good to know, that
[Chorus] Life is hard enough wit people dyin round here everyday You dont want to die, but you know you gonna do it any way But there's another life
right Not jus talk it but walk it Cause we're gon live for Christ We're gon hold it down Stone cold hold your ground All my soldiers RISE UP SPARK THE HOLY CULTURE
[Chorus] C'mon stand up, get your hands up, Word up Start somethin, get your heart pumpin Yeah start jumpin around, if you're under the ground I know
[T.R.U.-L.I.F.E.] As time stretches, sketches of a blood drenched cross Flood my thoughts, my heart feels pain for the lost They remain their own boss
[Verse One] Back to the lab again, young lads getting bad with the pad and pen Holy Culture, a fabulous fabric blend, God's people got fashion sense
I lay back, will I ever see your face again As I reminisce, as I reminisce Hold still, the Divine has placed us in a small world And thankfully so our paths cross
let me see you climb up Nigga, what you scared of? terrorize these artificial rap n-ggas and spread love pollinate the ear buds like you supposed to, spit it for the culture
due to the fact that he?s tootin' On the horn, gonna warn you that I'm rootin' For the other team in the culture wars So, I stab the beast belly as the
my place of birth You can tell by the tongue that's swung And the lyrical structure in me verse So all MC's don't cross this border 'Cause by now you
here I am in my clean white shirt With a little money in my pocket and a nice warm home And we got teenagers walkin' around In a culture of darkness
go 'bout makin' another hot track They be lovin the way that we spin it when we try commentin' lots And approach to the definition of a soldier My opposition is the my cultural
ya face up with fifty shots Sharp darts, and it pop, pop like tarts Extreme speed [Incomprehensible] like anakin inside the pod Headed for the finish line, watch Bobby cross
Hey, let's cross the sea And get some culture Red wine with every meal And absinthe after dinner We'd look good Side by side Walking back To the hotel
know this heist where we can jack some sine waves, They're mainly small timers, freestylers, Street urchins and beat merchants, none of them real rhymers, They're raping this culture
never know what its poison is - its poison is Sirens roars - cruelity impress - SBSR Bullshit culture - leat them into ruin SBSR Every crossing between