[Intro]
I've never really had a religious experience, in a religious place. Closest I've ever come to seeing or feeling God is listening to rap music. Rap music is my religion. Amen
[Verse 1]
What I say might save a life, what I speak might save the street
I ain't got no instruments, but I got my hands and feet
Hands gonna clap and feet gonna tap, El-P beats to make that snap
And I ride 'em with my raps and they all tight as my naps
And my naps is all I got and this beautiful ebony skin
And the music in my heart and the words put in the wind
And the words put in the wind comin' back like a boomerang
When I take this microphone, point it at the crowd, they start to sing
[Hook]
This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel
This is sanctified sex; this is player Pentecostal
This is church; front pew, amen, pulpit
What my people need and the opposite of bullshit
This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel
This is sanctified sex; this is player Pentecostal
This is church; front pew, amen, pulpit
What my people need and the opposite of bullshit
[Verse 2]
It's that Robert Johnson, that Muddy Waters
That James Brown, Augusta, Georgia
That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder
That Mayfield, that Superfly
That Willie Hutch and that Mack
It's that blues man, that soul man
That OutKast, that Southernplayalisticadillac
It's that Jimi Hendrix, that George Clinton
I feel it in my bones
Aretha Franklin, that Shirley Caesar
Miss Nina Simone
That Sade, that Love is King
That Coltrane, that Love Supreme
That Miles Davis, Bitches Brew
That "beeeyotch" said by Playboy Too
I've never really had a religious experience, in a religious place. Closest I've ever come to seeing or feeling God is listening to rap music. Rap music is my religion. Amen
[Verse 1]
What I say might save a life, what I speak might save the street
I ain't got no instruments, but I got my hands and feet
Hands gonna clap and feet gonna tap, El-P beats to make that snap
And I ride 'em with my raps and they all tight as my naps
And my naps is all I got and this beautiful ebony skin
And the music in my heart and the words put in the wind
And the words put in the wind comin' back like a boomerang
When I take this microphone, point it at the crowd, they start to sing
[Hook]
This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel
This is sanctified sex; this is player Pentecostal
This is church; front pew, amen, pulpit
What my people need and the opposite of bullshit
This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel
This is sanctified sex; this is player Pentecostal
This is church; front pew, amen, pulpit
What my people need and the opposite of bullshit
[Verse 2]
It's that Robert Johnson, that Muddy Waters
That James Brown, Augusta, Georgia
That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder
That Mayfield, that Superfly
That Willie Hutch and that Mack
It's that blues man, that soul man
That OutKast, that Southernplayalisticadillac
It's that Jimi Hendrix, that George Clinton
I feel it in my bones
Aretha Franklin, that Shirley Caesar
Miss Nina Simone
That Sade, that Love is King
That Coltrane, that Love Supreme
That Miles Davis, Bitches Brew
That "beeeyotch" said by Playboy Too
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