Christcyde lyrics

[Chorus]

This is how we ride, comin straight live

On the Christcyde

This is how you roll, gotta lay low

From the po-po



[Big Unc]

Mission Impossible as I step to this microphone

I`m makin sure that this mic is on

So I can spit it God`s words to you

Serve a few, cause that`s what Big Unc got the nerve to do

In the name of Jesus, my Lord

Let his spirit transform the mic cord

Into a lyrical life line, spiritual pipe line

To get this people back into their right mind

Cause half of all straight lost a screw

My God is true, now tell me what I gotta do

To keep my cool before I have to sweep a fool

And weep for you because you couldnt keep it ture

You need to do, exactly what he speak to you

He seekin you, but you just keep sleepin dude

I`m peepin you, when we be creepin through

We teachin youth but there aint no reachin fools



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[Big Unc]

I spit lyrical loogies when I boogie

And a question on all of your minds

Is how could He, do what He do

And straight keep it real

And represent Jesus Christ to the mass apeal

And chill in the hood wit my dawgs

On the corner six bones Cadaliac sittin phat on daytonyas

I warned ya, crack when you come to California

Wit that word aint you heard that these Devil`s run up on ya

Hata`s playas they all the same

A fork tongue in they mouths, tellin lies for fame

The game gotta twisted to the point I wanna holla

Got Christian MC`s on tv straight poppin collars

While the people on the streets can`t afford to eat

You up in church dont even work wit gators on your feet

That`s weak and I dont care if I step on your pride

I just call it how I see it, reportin live from this Christcyde



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[Big Unc]

I said hold up wait a minute

Let me see my real riders Christ walk wit it

And put it down to the ground for real

And show the whole world how we truely feel

I said hold up wait a minute

Let me see my real riders Christ walk wit it

And hit em up and put your hands to the sky

And represent Jesus Christ to the day that we die

I`ve been sent by his majesty, to blast at theses

Emphadeles speakin this blashemy

A tragedy, if you askin me

I told the truth about you fools and now you made a me

Now actually, I`m glad you smashed on me

Aint got to feel bad about the catastrophy

That has to be, when I take this mastapeice

And have all of yall soundin like Master P

Infact it be, the way a real rider rides

Not an eye for an eye but it`s ride or die

So flyin high, when you be ridin by

And let the whole globe know the Lord`s alive

You wonder why, We all go and run and hide

Gotta hold of the truth to expose the lie

He chose to die, then he straight rose to life

To show us why, we gotta put it down for this Christcyde



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