Lyrics of 'National Anthem' by Mark

It is the old message the newest genre
The day has arrive emcees awake from your slumber
We've been hibernating under the top bunkers of whoremongers
Rappers prostituting souls for gain but no longer
We're turning the game around 'til they see it's a war
Queen take pawn checkmate look at the board of life
Deception in every direction
Who will tell them about the death, burial and resurrection
If not for us truth remains innocuous
Start looking through the scope of god's binoculars
Satan is plotting plus cats are losing faith in the begotton's trust
Spread out like the legs ofan octupus
Attach to one head one mind one soul goal
That all rise when the sky unfolds
The untold mystery has enlisted me to consistently rap 'til all are free

Hook:

Boom bap, next snap
We don' bust wack to make the gun clap
This holy hip-hop
Street times, beat rhymes
We don't need crim for hip-hop to shine
This is holy hip-hop

Over 15 years of groundbreaking with no money circulating
Armed with prayer and faith waiting
For god's perfect timing rhyming shining
We had to put away are selfish motives and whining
I've been on the wall observing and smiling
Since rakim was strong enough to break ny from long island
Contriving, striving, diving into the pool of imagination picking rhymes for minds
It's the signs of the time no more lukewarm living
Every sin we commit is like another nail driven
Inside the hands and feet on who we claim on beats
What we sow is what we reap until we quantum leap
In the metro we call home lets ride the metronome
Smoking the most high until we ozone
Roam, roam got a signal
Let's keep building spirtiual towers 'til all connect to the power using.

It's hard to run this race with a cross strap to my back
But it keeps my head low instead of high when i rap
Let's attack our tracks dribbling fearless facts
Like coby bryant the holy zion is eyeing every move we take make and break
For god sake lets cause tectonic plates to conjugate
The body of christ is cramping from lack of stretching
Never stepping out there comfort zone to busy nesting
We're sketching our own plans and desires
Focus on earthly things to acquire while heads burn in the fire
To whom much is given much required
That's the code i live by and die by
Whether on dolby ditigal, mono, stereo or hi-fi
Representing the lord until he sky dives
I'm on a mic-mission the precision of a pediatrician using scalpels making cross incisions
Ever since the real roxanne my ears have been locked it
But the only begotten is now and forever who i'm rocking, rocking, rocking, rocking