From the "Hell? No!" LP

Copyright 1996

Going For Mine

Lyrics by: Cedric Scott and Derek Drew

(Verse 1)
Well let me them know what I do Is straight out ministry
and not birth from blunts and smoke-filled rooms with Hennessy
the key for me when step in front of steel
I reckon be to unlock the minds of the brain dead
and keep it real

I feel the need to speak and leak, teach and reach out
embrace the Body with hugs and kisses
enjoying the fellowshipping
until I open the source
brothers is tripping and dissing they lost
persecution of course

S.O.S. cause them crews be In mayday
I guess it don't matter we was all down in K- Day
cause they say,
what I represent be pie in the sky, unreality
uh! pardon me

Static and beef is automatic emphatic
when you dismiss what we believe as invalid
labeled as a basket case
but the faith we embrace tells the truth
about the life after
the tomb and the casket
there you have it

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
Demonstrate, demonstrate sis! boom! bah!
Idol King, Idol King, Rah! Rah! Rah!
I can go forever but it comes a point
when I must exhale yeah! yeah! Slack!...

Well shoop! shoop! shoop!
Slacks in the game taken brothers straight to the hoop
given you the scoop
fake rap Messiahs my crew is Doing them like Elijah did the prophets of Baal
over beats I bring the Gospel

Cause they do rebel with they so-called lyrical, spiritual
philosophical demonic phonics when they flow
so I play Joshua att Jericho
did the Philistines
lyrics cut like a guillotine

When they flee the scene like a suspect,
when I mic check
one for the Father, two for the Son, three for the Holy Ghost
Slack and C.O.
ripping up the stages both East and Westcoast

Now who can it be (Slack)
Its the kid getting blunted off of Christianity
they can't stand me,
tryna band me from being heard...
I guess saying Jesus Christ is a curse word!

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
When I step to the plate its grand slams I'm hitting
over overweight tracks,
got your back hunched like a cat
Jesus Christ is just too phat
true dat
C.O. it's time for you to leak...

Bleep, Bleep, Bleep, Bleep,
let off my leash
speaking my piece
teaching like I'm on Mars Hill in sync like a Mariachi
feeding the multitudes with food cause they hungry cleaning like laundry

Souls lacking nutrients
some are even starving
Slack break'em off a piece of that of what you been carving
A smidget , a morsel, a dose, or a helping
don't be stingy with the truth
your packing a supply...

With the amo of the One who sufferred the crucifixion
this born-again loud mouth Christian is on a mission
so come one come all male or female
I'm quick to bust script and speak
break you down like a beat
see I come to your town demons know me
but they getting clowned by the sound I pound
cause it's holy

So come on get down with this man of purpose
not worthless
I'm gentle as a dove try to be wise as a serpent
I got this hungry appetite for light
I make believers get hype
what I write
put demons heads to flight
I got pipes like Mahalia I Tell Ya
I'm too hot to trot
somebody stop me...

And stop us they must
cause we bust shots, reveal plots
squeeze like octopus
skin like hippopotamus
to the fullest we demonstrate and qualify Son
Slack stick a fork in me (Why?)
cause I'm done

(Hook)