OK, let me clear a couple things up for you... And it might get weird I know how this sounds But we are not gospel rappers We don't do Christian hip-hop There is no such thing Let me answer your facial expression with a question: Is it possible for me to act black? Is it possible for me to not act black? Last time I checked my "black" don't come off Homie, everything I say and do is black by default And this might be confusing, a change-up Just don't let your brain hang up Our faith says our Savior came for people, not objects You can love a car, you can nickname a teddy bear But you know it's not alive, right? You know it don't love you back There's no such thing as Buddhist doughnuts Christian napkins, or Muslim tennis shoes Objects don't make statements of faith I'm confused, isn't that obvious? As obvious as we are clearly Christians But rap ain't our ministry nor our calling Whoa, we got the same call every Christian got Whether a mailman, janitor, DJ, teacher There's an endless possibility of vehicles you can drive down that straight and narrow path Ain't one better than the other And a vehicle is useless if there's no foot pressing the pedal With a clear understanding of the destination And a mastery of how to drive Know what you believe, but don't write a rap 'til you won a couple battles Respect the vehicle, respect the art We are not gospel rappers Did you ever hear Black On Both Sides? The state of hip-hop is the state of its participants Its life, its voice, its philosophy comes from the voices that give it life Every rapper got a world view that it brings to the table We just throwing ours in the pot And if God turns off our mics, then our rhymes come in sign language Saying the same thing in the same vein of the construction worker That pulled me to the side and said, "God's got a plan for you" It may seem like semantics We know it's more to help the web hosts know how to file our albums But if you minimize your world view to a genre or vocation You do God and the art a disservice and probably suck at both Let me answer your question with a question: Is the paper porn printed on unholy? Do you magically become Mexican when you eat posolé? I know, you think that's semantics But them nuances matter Like moving the decimal point on payroll checks That tiny little dot packs a huge punch It's the difference between rent money and lunch money Tell me that ain't a big deal I am not a gospel rapper There is no such thing I know how that sounds But would it be absurd to say that a couch has a philosophy? And the day I stop rapping is the day I stop believing in sovereignty We are on our Dead Prez Our faith, what it bigger than? Our gospel is not a genre It informs my every decision This is who I am Hip-hop is my culture I am not a gospel rapper I am a gospel liver