R.A.P. Music Songtext / Lyric

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

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 gone clap and feet gone tap

El-P beats to make that snap

And I ride them 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, coming back like a boomerang

When I take this microphone, point it at the crowd, they start to sing

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

Robert Johnson

Muddy Waters

James Brown, Augusta, GA

That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder, that

Mayfield, that Superfly

Willie Hutch and that Mack

, it's that blues man, that soul man

OutKast, that Southernplayalisticadillac

Jimi Hendrix

George Clinton

, I feel it in my bones

Aretha Franklin

Shirley Caesar

Nina Simone

Sade, that Love is King

Coltrane, that Love Supreme

Miles Davis, that Bitches Brew

"beeeyatch" said by Playboy Too

I got things to do, before I meet that glory in the sky

And my baby girl b-day be six months away, she gonna be five

So I pray to the lord he spare me, and I make it by and by

And I help souls stay out of Hell with what I testify

And maybe when I grab the microphone and never lie

That'll merit that he spare me, I won't have to feel that fire

So Killa Kill gonna spit that real on each and every song

And each and every poem, until the good lord call me home, gone!