[Intro:] A yo man let that beat drop on em Yea, oh you know I'm liking that right there Wats good yall It's yo boy Lecrae Some call me crezy I'm here with my 116 clique representing to you 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 dog...
[verse 1:] 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 Eighty percent of these dudes is fictional thugs We don't kill nobody, we don't rob no stores We don't trap, we aint strapped, we don't smoke that dro We aint pimpin, we aint trippin, if we tippin on some fours den youll probaly hear dat Jesus music comin out our doors(comin out our doors) we aint ashamed, you can call us lame, but everybody gotta die and stand in front of the King
[chorus:] We unashamed, unashamed Unashamed, unashamed Unashamed, unashamed Unashamed, unashamed Unashamed, unashamed Unashamed, we unashamed Unashamed, unashamed Unashamed, unashamed We unashamed
[verse 2:] Watch this so you can really know what time it is God is resurrected and I'm here to glorify Him Ma Jesus, Jesus, ma Jesus might make a great tune But we gotta lead em dipset to the weight room I gotta date soon, but it aint soon enough Father keep pruning us, cause its proven we known for screwing up I cant front cause the pressure is still thick And when sin in looks 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 shoulda 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 its fiction This is our lifestyle, no its not a religion See I survived death back in 2002, And religion is not at all what got your boy through Yea your boy crayola, I don't do payola No floors full of baking soda, just Jehovah I get played to the left more than I get paid to write So I aint worried about eating dog, tryin to display the fight
[verse 3:] You see me on the block, the ava void in the land We look the same, but we different We bring God to this thang While being vocal by the Lord and not a piece on chain But don't get it twisted, its 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 collect 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 out crosses on our back like our shoulder blade 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 been men to pow out We powed in the pavement takin the message to the streets