Unashamed (Feat. Tedashii)

A yo man, let that beat drop on 'em, ooh
Yeah, oh, you know I'm liking that right there
What's good y'all? It's your boy, Lecrae
Some call me creezy
I'm here with my 116 clique representatives
We just want to put it down for the Lord Jesus Christ
City to city and state to state, we keep running into more 116 clique members
People who are unashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ
Let me tell you where we're from, dawg

New Jerusalem, that's my home
Let me put it in a song, so you'll never get it wrong
No shame in the message, that's the reason I live (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 percent of these dudes is fictional thugs
We don't kill nobody, we don't rob no stores
We don't trap, we ain't strapped, we don't smoke that dro'

We ain't pimpin', we ain't trippin', if we tippin' on some fours
Then you'll probably hear that Jesus music comin' out our doors (comin' out our doors)
We ain't ashamed, you can call us lame
But everybody gotta die and stand in front of the King

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, kid
My Jesus, Jesus, my Jesus might make a great tune
But we gotta lead 'em dip sets to the weight room

I got a date soon, but it ain't soon enough
Father keep pruning us, 'cause it's proven we known for screwing up
I can't front 'cause the pressure is still thick
And when sin look like the pressure, I'm havin' to turn quick

A sin sick, so merk it like John Owen
You know when Jesus the Christ, you can pay him, but still owe him
We should have died and been buried for our wrong actions
Instead, Christ died and carried them on his own back (what?)

This is a known fact, but some say that it's fiction
This is our lifestyle, no, it's not a religion
See I survived death back in 2002

And religion is not at all what got your boy through
Yeah, your boy Crayola, I don't do payola
No flows full of baking soda, just Jehovah
I get played to the left more than I get paid to write
So I ain't worried about eating dog, tryin' to display the Christ

We unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, we unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed
We unashamed

You see me on the block, at the board or in the lane
We look the same, but we different
We bring God to this thang
While being vocal by the Lord and not a piece or a chain
But don't get it twisted, it's reasons these boys unashamed

How 'bout 39 lashes of beatings, they laughing and teasing
These blasphemous heathens reject the passion of Jesus
He fasted from speaking even with nails bashed in His feat, and the cross
He gasping and wheezing, His lungs collapse as He's breathing

The chief priest stone in the court of this chief
My Prince of Peace minus the pipe who bought my grief, so no more chiefin'
But like the rims that hit the curb, (curb) we call 'em shoulder blades
We got our crosses on our back like our shoulder blades
This is death and resurrection that turned about my direction
Stepping toward perfection had nothing to do with me (do with me)
But the gospel is the power, and power bend men to bow out
We poundin' the pavement takin' the message to the streets

We unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed
We unashamed