KRS-One, Professor Ecks - Take it to God lyrics

Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational
KRS-One, Professor Ecks, whattup Dan? Woo
Temple 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 wack, they wanna show us beatin Iraq
When the question is
Is where is Chandra Levy at?

Murdered God and left for dead like hip-hop
And admit to Condit 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 God

Just 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
(uh huh) 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 they 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 KRS
Used to love her
They 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 Jesus
Now 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't
How 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 'em all
Tell me - is it life or it's war?

Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod, Goooyyyiyyiyyyiiiod
Gooyyyyiyyiyyyod
My God, your God, our God is God, is God
Change 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 fillt he part
Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod, in youuuuuuur heart
Take it to God, take it to God God
Take it to my God, your God, take it to God
Take it to Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod
Take it to Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod
Take it to Goooyyyyiiyyyiyyyyod
Take it to God
Just take it to God, run and, take it God
Take it to Go-awd